Falling Asleep At the Wheel

Chapter 1

The night things changed...
A small child, unusually quiet, was left on the doorstep of Number 4, Privet Drive ten years ago with a letter. Of course, the witch and wizard outside had no idea what a grave mistake this would be kissing the infant softly as they pulled an unusually large, sniffling man off into the night.

Now, 11 year old Harry dressed quietly in his cupboard, watching the sun rise. He slides the door open with his good arm, his other in a cast as he pulls pans out. As the room fills with light, the only sound is Vernon's snoring and bacon sizzling before the mail is dropped through the slot of the door.

This had always been Harry Potter's favorite time of day. The 30 minutes he got to himself as he prepared a breakfast he didn't get to eat. No Petunia scolding him, no Vernon in his face, no Dudley crying over him, just Harry and the breakfast he prepared for his family.

The last thing Potter had expected to see in the mail, was a letter addressed to him, adorning an unknown H crest for a seal. Checking carefully to see if anyone had woken up, Harry hid in the corner of the room, peeling the letter open.

To Mr Harry Potter
The Cupboard Under the Stairs
4 Privet Drive

Dear Mr Potter
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Students shall be required to report to the chamber of reception upon arrival the dates for which shall be duly advised.

Please ensure that the utmost attention be made to the list of requirements attached herewith.

We very much look forward to receiving you as part of the new generation of Hogwarts Heritage!

Sincerely,
Professor McGonagall

This letter had caused quite the ruckus over breakfast, and Vernon had given Harry one of the worst beatings he had ever received for "daring to bring that nonsense into his household."

2 Months Later
Hagrid had since taken Harry shopping for school with the money the Potter family had left him, talking on and on about how great Lily and James were.

"No wonder they didn't want me" Harry thought to himself, he burdened the Dursley's enough, he would've only ended up ruining the Potter name if he'd lived with his parents he assumed.

With all his materials acquired, Harry's stay at the Dursley's had been miserable with Vernon angry that Harry had magic in his house and Petunia even more upset to be reminded of her sister. This of course, made Dudley even more intolerable as he whined to get his way with his obviously infuriated parents.

Harry thought he would be relieved to be at the Kingsley Cross Train Station, but he was most suspicious as Vernon helped him with his bags.

"Well. Good luck trying to find a Platform 9 ¾ boy" Vernon snarked, leaving Harry's bags between platform 9 and 10. "W-what?"

Of course he should've known it was all a prank, Harry scolded himself as he watched the three waltz away sniggering at the tears in his eyes.

But with the help of Molly Weasley and her flaming haired sons, Harry would manage and four years later he was just as grateful for the boys and their mother. Truthfully, the Weasleys were like the family Harry had always wanted, he envied the way they could argue playfully and still always had each other's backs when it was important.

These were the thoughts that rolled through his mind as he watched the twins and Ron argue in the Gryffindor commons late Sunday night.

It was their second day back from Christmas break and they had mere hours before classes resumed. Hermione had already retired to bed, suggesting that the boys do the same, (probably a good plan considering harry was falling asleep in his seat at the moment)