The morning of September 1st dawned with a sense of finality, the sun rising over a day that would mark the beginning of Harry Potter's true journey into the world of witchcraft and wizardry. With nothing but the clothes on his back and the ticket Professor Dumbledore had left him, Harry made his way to King's Cross Station, his heart a tumult of emotions—excitement tinged with a pervasive sense of solitude.
Navigating through the throngs of muggles bustling about their day, Harry felt a sharp pang of isolation. The barrier between platforms nine and ten loomed before him, a seemingly insurmountable obstacle. Taking a deep breath and clutching his ticket tightly, Harry stepped forward, his determination fueling his steps. With a moment's hesitation followed by a burst of courage, he passed through the barrier, emerging on the other side where the Hogwarts Express awaited, its scarlet engine billowing steam into the early morning air.
Finding a compartment towards the back of the train, Harry settled into the solitude it offered, watching families say their tearful goodbyes and students reunite with friends. The laughter and chatter underscored his isolation, making the small space he occupied feel even more constricted.
The journey had begun in silence when the door to his compartment slid open, to reveal three older boys, their confident demeanor and unity presenting a stark contrast to Harry's lone presence. With no knowledge of houses or the significance of their attire, Harry merely saw potential companions in these strangers, unaware of the prejudices and histories that often divided students.
To Harry's surprise, the boys attempted to engage him in polite conversation, their curiosity piqued by the small, lone figure before them. Harry, cautious yet grateful for the company, found himself responding, the initial tension giving way to a tentative exchange of words. The journey passed in a blur of landscapes rushing by and snippets of conversation that bridged the gap between them, if only slightly.
The boys, sensing Harry's distress, exchanged looks before one of them, the apparent leader, stepped forward. "Don't worry," he said, his voice surprisingly kind. "We'll figure something out." With a quick glance at his companions, they set to work, one of them pulling out a spare robe. Through a delicate manipulation of their wands, they transfigured the robe from Slytherin's black and green to a plain black, ensuring it fit Harry perfectly.
Harry, overwhelmed by their unexpected kindness, could hardly express his gratitude. The fear that had gripped him gave way to a sense of relief, a momentary respite from the loneliness that had haunted his journey thus far. As the train continued its path towards Hogwarts, Harry saw not the future division of houses, but the unity and compassion that could exist within the wizarding world. As the Hogwarts Express steamed towards its destination, Harry found himself not alone, but accompanied by unexpected allies, their simple act of kindness illuminating the start of his journey into a world beyond his wildest dreams.
As the Hogwarts Express chugged its way towards its final destination, the anticipation among the students reached a fever pitch. Harry, seated with his newfound companions felt a mix of excitement and nerves as Hogsmeade station came into view. The train slowed to a stop, and the students poured out onto the platform, eager to begin their journey into the unknown.
Amidst the throngs of students, Harry found himself drawn towards Hagrid, the towering groundskeeper who awaited the first years at the boats. Harry joined the queue, excitement bubbling within him as he waited for his turn to board one of the small vessels that would carry them across the dark waters of the Black Lake. Harry ended up sharing a boat with Susan Bones and Draco Malfoy.
As the boats glided smoothly across the water, Harry marveled at the sight of Hogwarts looming in the distance, its towering turrets silhouetted against the night sky. The air was filled with a sense of magic and possibility, and for the first time since leaving Privet Drive, Harry felt a spark of hope ignite within him.
Meanwhile, back on the platform, the three Slytherin boys watched as Harry and his companions departed, their expressions a mix of concern and determination. "We have to help him," one of them declared, his voice echoing with resolve.
The other two nodded in agreement, their minds already racing with ideas. "But how?" one of them asked, casting a glance towards the castle where Harry would soon begin his Hogwarts journey.
"We speak to the older students," the third boy suggested, his tone confident. "In whatever house he's sorted into. They'll know how to help him settle in."
And with that, the trio set off towards the castle, their conversation filled with plans and strategies to ensure Harry's transition into Hogwarts was as smooth as possible. For despite their differences, they shared a common goal—to help a fellow student find his place in the magical world. And as they disappeared into the night, their determination burned bright, a beacon of hope amidst the uncertainty that lay ahead.
YOU ARE READING
Severus Snape and his Hufflepuff Heir
FanfictionI have previously written one fan fiction however I wasn't really feeling the vibe of that one so I have decided to write a new one, it will follow a similar style, Harry is going to Hogwarts, who will he meet there, where will he be sorted and who...
