Gone wrong

Chapter 1

October 31st 1981. As usual the Potters are in living room, enjoying the warmth of each others company, hidden from the unknown dark events that are yet to unfold...

Harry's POV

Hogwarts. I couldn't believe I was finally able to go to the school of Witchcraft and Wizardry that my father had told me all about since I can remember. I knew that both of my birth parents were placed in Gryffindor,but still wondered where I would belong. Words couldn't even describe the feeling I felt when I saw Hogwarts for the first time. 

The journey across the black lake was breathtaking. I kept to myself for most of it because I didn't want to attract too much attention since everyone knew who I was, atleast that's what father told me.The castle looked homely and inviting, with golden light pouring through the windows and a magnificent big oak door which looked like it could reach the clouds. A tall, elderly woman in emerald green robes, who introduced herself as Professor McGonagall, told us about the different houses and led us into the Great Hall. What I saw astonished me. Candles floated midair over the four house tables and gave it a welcoming atmosphere and the ceiling, which was bewitched to look like the sky outside, looked like someone had thrown millions of small diamonds onto it. The first years' eyes twinkled with joy and admiration for the school as they walked to the end of the hall between the tables. Everything was perfect.

We all came to a halt infront of a tall man. He had long silver hair and an even longer silver beard that was tucked in his belt, which perfectly matched his midnight blue robes and his half moon spectacles. I straight away knew who he was. His name was Albus Dumbledore, the wizard father talked about all the time.

"My students! Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts!" boomed his voice," I am Professor Dumbledore, a man of very few words."a few chuckles could be heard,"So let's get right into the sorting so that we can quickly eat and go to bed. You must all be hungry and tired from the long ride."

 As Professor Dumbledore stepped back, Professor McGonagall stepped forward with a scroll in her left hand and the Sorting hat in her right. "You will step forward when I call your name and sit on this stool to be sorted."

I ignored her voice as she started calling names and focused on my reflection in one of the windows. My green eyes stood out under my round glasses in contrast with my jet black hair. I quickly covered my lightning shaped scar, that I got when i was a baby, with a fringe of hair since I wanted to hide it as long as possible. I also noticed that I was quite skinny and tall compared to the other boys, but that didn't disturb me. I turned my attention back to Professor McGonagall.

A very tall, thin boy with bright red hair and a girl with brown bushy hair were both placed into Gryffindor. Loud cheers emerged from the table as they gained two new members to their house. Their names were Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger.

 Something about them appalled me. I couldn't describe it.

As my name was called I head the Great Hall turing extremely quiet ,with only a few people whispering but I ignored it since I was used to people doing so when they heard my name. I used all my courage and walked up to the hat to be sorted into my rightful house.

"Mhmm difficult, very difficult. Plenty of courage I see and a nice thirst to prove yourself. Now that's interesting. But where to put you?" said the sorting hat. "It's all here in your head. Slytherin will help you on your way to greatness, there's no doubt about that. But I know that both your parents were in Gryffindor, so where to put you?"

I looked across the hall and a blonde boy at the Slytherin table caught my eye. He seemed interesting and I immediately wanted to befriend him.

" Ahh, I see...better be... SLYTHERIN!" the Sorting hat shouted before I could make up my mind.

The whole of the Slytherin table burst into fits of cheers and clapping as I went to go sit down at my new house table. I instantly sat down next to the blonde boy. 

"I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." he introduced himself after he examined me from head to toe."Glad you were sorted into Slytherin, better than the rest of the gloomy houses. I think we could be good mates."

"Yeah I reckon so." I told him while piling food on my plate."My fathers' been telling me all about Slytherin." I continued while giving him a swift smile.

"You never told me what your name was."

"Weren't you paying attention when I got sorted?" I asked while raising my right eyebrow.

He looked at me surprised, as if he didn't expect me to answer like that. "Not really, no." he shook his head. "So what's your name?" he asked again

 I swallowed the piece of chicken I was chewing on and said," It's Harry, Harry Riddle".

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Sorry this chapter is short, it's just the beginning and I wanted to leave you guys on a cliffhanger.