Chapter 1: A new beginning!
Harry Potter wasn't a boy like any other; he was special. At the age of one his parents were killed by the darkest wizard known to the wizarding world: Voldemort. Yes, Harry was a wizard. But he had only found out a month ago, when a half-giant, Hagrid, busted through the door to tell him the news.
Harry was sitting on the train, the Hogwarts Express that was taking him into a new world; a world Harry knew nothing about. All he knew was that he was famous for surviving a killing curse at the age of one. He was to be murdered like his parents, by the dark wizard.
As the country side was running by, Harry was thinking what kind of a place was Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry, and what they taught there. His thoughts were interrupted as the compartment door slid open and a red-headed boy named Ron walked in asking to share the compartment as the others were full. The two boys spent the journey discussing the wizard world that Ron knew all about, and Harry was eager to get to know it too.
As the first years were waiting to enter the Great Hall to be sorted, a blond haired boy came up to Harry to take a good look at the celebrity everyone was talking about on the train.
"So it's true! Potter has come to Hogwarts" said the blond haired boy. "You might want to be careful who you mix with Potter" he added, glancing at Ron with a sneer on his face, "you don't want to mix with the wrong sort! I'm Malfoy!"
As Malfoy extended his hand to Harry, McGonagall interrupted to explain about the 4 houses, and then she called them in for the hat sorting. The Great Hall was full of older students. Harry was anxious beyond belief, all these people staring at them made him uncomfortable.
As the sorting progressed and students went to their respective tables, Harry became more anxious. Finally, as his name was called, the Hall went suddenly very quiet. Then whispers were breaking through all over. The hat on Harry's head was thinking to itself, whether Harry should go in Slytherin, as he has many qualities required from that house. Harry looked to his left, where the Slytherin table was. He could see Malfoy and his friends, Crabbe and Goyle, who seemed quite popular already. Harry had never had friends; his cousin Dudley made sure of that. So he wondered what it was like to have friends, and be part of a group. Lost in his thoughts, and not knowing much about the houses anyway, Harry Potter did not think of contradicting the hat. After all, he thought, the hat knows best it seems. So when the hat shouted "Slytherin!", Harry walked over to the Slytherin table.
"Hey Potter!" said a voice.
Harry looked around and saw Malfoy was offering him a seat next to him; and so he took it.
Upon sitting down, Harry glanced up at the Teachers table and found himself staring straight into the old Headmaster's eyes. He was quite surprised at what he was seeing; for a second he thought he saw disappointment in those eyes, as if all hope was lost. He had seen that look many times at his Aunt and Uncle's house, who always looked at Harry as if he should have never been born. Harry turned to Malfoy and said, pointing at the old wizard:
"Who's he?"
"That's Dumbledore…" replied Malfoy. "He's a disgrace to this school if you ask me. Loves muggleborns. Just you wait, my father will have him out of here in no time!"
Harry brushed off this uneasy feeling he had and went on to enjoy the festivities with his newfound friends!
N/A: Hi guys. Thanks for reading! I know it's a bit slow yet, my first few chapters are rewriting Harry's years at Hogwarts (not in detail of course!). The story picks up round chapter 4/5, so please keep reading and tell me what you think!
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