Boy-who-lived who?

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Chapter 2



He ended up staying at Mr. Olivander’s shop, in the back room. This was the first time that someone was actually nice to him. He relished in the feeling of being important to someone. He finally got to take a bath and get new clothes. He earned money to pay for his other school supplies by assisting Mr. Olivander with people’s wands. He got the ones way up high for him, because of Mr. Olivander’s back.



He realized that he smiled more often and actually conversed with people. He still has a stutter from not talking for so long to people, and when he got really nervous and shy it was even more prominent. He practiced everyday on his math and reading, and Mr. Olivander actually found that Harry needed glasses, which he got for him.



Harry wanted to pay him back for everything he did for him, and he also wanted to make him proud because he actually gave Harry the ability to dream and have goals. So he was going to be the best and make his parents realize their mistake and give Mr. Olivander the money back he had used.



He worked very hard for the last two weeks before his trip to Hogwarts. Mr. Olivander was the only person he knew he could trust. And he said he as welcomed back when the summer was done, just not during school time (that was the time he went to places to gather his ingredient).



Harry smiled everyday he was there, he felt loved. This was the first time he had ever felt like this, besides his childhood fun with Draco. He was determined to make Draco remember and never be alone again.



The day before he had to leave he bought all the rest of his supplies, and that night he had his dinner as usual with Mr. Olivander. His cooking was better than anything Harry could remember eating. He wished he could eat more of it, but Mr. Olivander said he would get sick if he ate too much because it’s been awhile since he had eaten actual food.



The only thing he kept from Mr. Olivander was what he faced when he was younger. He only knew that Harry’s parents left him, and then everything after that. He doesn’t know about Draco, the playground, or the neglect to the extent that actually happened. Harry wasn’t about to tell anyone that, ever.



~*~Two weeks later~*~



This was today that Harry was going to Hogwarts. He was so nervous, he actually never knew how to deal with going to school for the first time ever, so he, early this morning, was bent over a porcelain bowl. He felt better afterwards, but he didn’t know if he was going to make friends or have to talk to his brothers or worse, his parents.



When he got to the platform, Mr. Olivander pulled him to his side in a hug. Harry relaxed a bit and sighed and hugged him back, and then he grabbed his trunk and set off toward the train, or rather his doom.



He understood that houses, and Quidditch, because Mr. Olivander explained very well what they were. Harry saw a twinkle in his eyes that he’ never seen before in a person. He wondered if he’d ever have that. To explain something to someone with so much passion, that the other person will feel how he feels.



He waved goodbye frantically to his friend, “Good bye Mr. Olivander!!!!” Mr. Olivander smiled and waved back just as frantic. The train began to move and Harry went to go find a spot to sit. He looked in every compartment, but they were all full so far. Suddenly a door crashed open, startled he jumped out of his skin, and hurried down to find an empty one. He finally found one at the very end, and he locked the door, put his trunk above his head and sat down. He got a book out of his back pack and started to practice writing. He still wasn’t very good at writing neatly, but he was getting the hang of it. Mr. Olivander had neatly made an R, and Harry still couldn’t make it as perfect as his.



He lay down and with every stroke he repeated the letter and what sounds it made. He stuck out his tongue and furrowed his brow in concentration.



When he went through the alphabet once, he put his notebook away and got out a potions book that he needed to finish up. Harry was glad that he got glasses, because everything was so much clearer and made more sense to him then the blobs ever did.



He liked potions a lot, he liked to imagine he was a cook and with every recipe he did right, a customer was very happy. He liked people being happy, he liked being happy, and he wasn’t about to let himself be as depressed as his childhood made him.



There was a knock on the door. Harry looked up again startled and saw a head of dark hair. He shyly looked at the boy and opened the door not meeting his eyes. “H-h-hello.”



“HI, I’m Blaise Zambini. I was wondering if I could sit with you because all the other compartments are full.”

“S-s-s-sure.” Harry moved aside and let him through. Blaise put his trunk above his head and sat down and looked at Harry expectedly. Harry didn’t meet his gaze and didn’t know what to do.



“Sooo, what’s your name?”



Harry blushed as he realized to introduce himself. “I’m H-Harry.”



“Just Harry?”



“J-just Harr-ry.”



Blaise did a little roll of his eyes and decided to force a conversation to start up.



“Where’d you grow up?”



“Um, around. I was living with Mr. Olivander for a while.”



“Oh, so you live around Diagon Alley?”



“…yes. W-where did you grow up?”



“Oh I live in London too. I don’t live far away from you actually. It’s about an half an hour trip.”



“Oh, that’s cool.”



This continued on until they had to get their robes on. Harry didn’t want to get undressed in front of Blaise. He didn’t want to scare off his new friend. He almost giggled at the thought of having a new friend, almost.

He went to the bathroom to get dressed and when they got back Blaise had taken his stuff off the rack for him.



He thanked him and they walked their way up to the boats where a giant was yelling “First years, first years.” They walked toward him, and didn’t quite know what to expect.



Hagrid (the giant as Harry found out) looked at everyone and told them that they’d be going across the lake in a boat. Harry’s eyes widened and he started shaking, he didn’t like water all that much.



~*~Flash back~*~



This was the first time Harry would take a bath by himself. Usually a house elf helped him wash, but he just learned how to go in the potty, so they decided he could wash himself from now on. He climbed up on the ledge to reach the faucets. He didn’t know which one was which, so he turned one on and it was very cold, then he turned the other one and it was warm.



He grabbed some soap to make a bubble bath. He hummed to himself while trying to reach the soap, except he wasn’t paying attention to the water flowing into the tub and he didn’t realize you had to turn them again to turn them off, he just thought they would turn off by themselves. The bathwater had reached the top when he slipped and fell into the bath tub. He didn’t expect it and got a mouth full of water and he couldn’t breathe.

He faintly heard the door slam open and he was hauled out of tub, and came face to face with his father. He coughed and sputtered to get air into his lungs. He was immediately dropped to the ground as he spit up the water he swallowed. When he calmed his coughing down, his father began to yell at the top of his voice.



“JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING? YOU ARE WASTING WATER, AND NOW YOU’VE RUINED THE BATHROOM!”



Before Harry could defend himself James grabbed his wrist tightly enough for him to let out a squeak. He was hauled to his room and left there soaking with no other clothes to change into. He started shivering as his room was quite drafty. He wanted to climb into his blankets, but he didn’t want anything to get wet because then the blankets would be very cold as well.



~*~End of flashback~*~



He didn’t know how long he’d been in that room cold and shivering, but when he was let out, he needed another bath. He was again yelled at by his father and mother. He hated being yelled at, he didn’t feel good when they did it.



Harry snapped out of his little day dream when Blaise started to shake him. “Man, are you okay?” Harry blushed and nodded. They climbed into a boat, and Harry was the last to go in. When they set off, Harry let out a little whimper that went unnoticed to everyone.



When they finally got to the other shore, Harry was so relieved; he hoped he didn’t have to do that again. They all headed up to the castle and their stuff was already there when they reached the doors of the Great Hall. Blaise and Harry smiled at each other and hoped they got into the same house.



The doors opened and they all filed in, they were packed in tight. One by one the students went up to get sorted; Blaise had been one of the first people up there, he gave him a smile as he was sorted into Slytherin. Draco also Harry began to get worried as they still hadn’t called his name. If they were going in any alphabetical order, they should’ve called his name ages ago.



When he was the last one standing, one of the teachers asked him to come up there. He quietly walked up there with everyone staring at him wondering what he was doing there if they didn’t call his name.



“What is your name, boy?”



“Harry.”



“What’s your last name?”



Harry looked around and when his eyes got to the Potters, they were terrified. He stuttered quietly, “P-p-p-p-Potter.” The teacher gasped as she put the names together. She turned around and looked at the Potters. They looked at him confused, but when they really looked at him, their eyes widened, and then they looked very angry. Harry looked away, and started shaking.



Dumbledore got up and announced, “It seems we have another student, please wait for a few moments while we sort Mr. Potter.” Everyone started to whisper, Harry looked absolutely terrified. ‘They’re all talking about me; they’re not going to like me. They’re going to yell at me.’



Dumbledore ushered him to the stool to sit down and plopped the hat onto his head. Harry heard a voice inside his head, and what it told him surprised him. It was as if the hat had been beside him his entire life. He felt very happy at what it was telling him, and it decided to place him in the best house to help him and understand him. “SLYTHERIN.”



The only person who cheered was Blaise, and as he realized this, he quietly sat down and blushed. Harry slowly walked over and almost tripped on the way there. Harry sat by Blaise and looked down and laid his head on his plate and wished that today was down.



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Well I hoped you kiddies like this...and i still have more to come.