This story will have SLASH AND ABUSE…not sure what types of abuse so just know that you are WARNED…don't like it don't read….
He sat in the luggage compartment. He was all alone, no one to talk with or interact with. He had no one.
He was always alone, ever since he was a baby. His parents, James and Lily Potter, had died. James had been a top auror at that time and had been over working himself, and his wife had been preoccupied with the baby so they had decided to take a break from it all.
That was their downfall.
Harry had been sent to spend the evening with a friend of the family while James and Lily spent a romantic night together. They had a lovely dinner at a little Italian restaurant.
James, that evening had chosen to rent a muggle limo instead of just apparating. On their way home to finish the rest of the night's festivities, a car swerved into their lane, and as much as James tried to avoid the collusion, it was not possible.
James and Lily died that night.
Little Harry James Potter was sent to live with his only living relatives: Vernon and Petunia Dursley.
Harry spent the first 10 years of his life neglected, physically abused, emotionally abused and malnourished.
When Harry turned 11 years old, he received his Hogwarts letter. He had learned over the years that magic was indeed real and he was mistreated because of it. He became quick to learn that his uncle would not tolerate the mention of the word magic.
Even though his relatives were horrible, they allowed him to go to this school for freaks, as they so graciously put it.
As he started his first year at Hogwarts, he was sorted into Gryfinndor, and made not a single friend.
By the time that Harry had arrived at the train station that first year, everyone had already accumulated into their groups, leaving Harry with no one. But that was fine, he thought, He didn't need anyone.
When Harry was younger and going to the local muggle school, Dudley, his cousin, made it clear that Harry was to not have a single friend.
He never did.
Harry saw the groups of friends that were formed at Hogwarts quite noticeably. Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, and Neville Longbottom, who was also known as the Boy Who Lived, had become instant friends. This group was inseparable. Their first year at school they saved the Sorcerer's Stone and stopped Lord Voldemort. In their second year, they saved Ron's sister, Ginny, from the Tom Riddle Diary, also stopping the basilisk in the process. Third year, they stopped a killer, Peter Pettigrew and set free an innocent man, Sirius Black. When fourth year came, so did the Triwizard Tournament, and Voldemort was killed once and for all. Fifth year brought quiet and peace but behind all that there were whispers of a rising, a rising of the supporters of Voldemort. But it all stayed calm.
Throughout Gryfinndor, there was also the group of friends that interacted with the trio, the rest of the Gryfinndor boys, and Ginny Weasley.
The other main groups of friends that Harry witnessed were the children of Slytherin. Draco Malfoy was the ringleader of that particular group; he often clashed with the Gryfinndor's. There was also Crabbe and Goyle, Pansy, Blaise, and Millicent. They were as close as the Gryfinndor's were, if not closer.
Many believed the Slytherin's to be evil but they were mainly just misunderstood.
Harry observed all that happened throughout his years at Hogwarts and his sixth year was coming at a full blast. It was exactly 10 minutes before the train to Hogwarts would be leaving that platform and Harry was nowhere near the gate into the platform. His Uncle was currently mishandling him.
"Boy? You better not even think about speaking of what went on in my household during the summer. If you do, so help me, you will be locked back in your cupboard and not fed for weeks."
"Yes, Uncle Vernon." Harry replied dryly. He had heard this same speech every year since he started magic school.
"That's what Petunia will do to you. You do not even want to venture on to what I will do to your sorry excuse of a life." He said, gripping Harry's arm a bit too rough.
Harry shuddered, knowing exactly what that understatement meant.
Uncle Vernon, deciding that it was definitely time to go, opened the car door and shoved Harry out.
Harry quickly stood up and brushed himself off. The trunk of the car popped open and he hastily grabbed all of his belongings and shut the trunk. Once the trunk closed, Vernon sped off, not wanting to spend another minute in that place.
Harry sighed. This was the best it was ever going to get.
A bell sounded.
Harry looked to the hanging clock. 12:00 o' clock. He ran as if his life depended on it. He ran through the gate, not even caring if the muggles noticed him disappear. He levitated his trunk and forced open the train door and jumped inside as the train started to gain speed.
"Whew." Harry said, wiping his brow. "I made it."
He put his belongings in the luggage compartment and made to look for a place to sit.
Not a single compartment was empty. Harry sighed. "What am I to do?" Harry lurched forward as a boy his age brushed past him, not even apologizing for ramming him into the door handle.
Harry grabbed his side and tried to even his breathing.
The boy turned to Harry.
He was the most gorgeous boy Harry had ever laid his eyes on. Sleek blond hair and gray eyes, which portrayed a sparkle of silver. Harry was mesmerized. Besides his stunning looks, he had the height of a model; he was standing at least six feet tall compared to Harry's 5'2.
Harry tried to breathe.
The boy gave him a look of disgust and sauntered away.
Harry felt his face flush. He liked Draco Malfoy.
Harry immediately began to berate himself for such thoughts. He had no friends so what made him think that Draco Malfoy was going to take a second look at him?
Who cares, he thought. I got him to at least look.
Should I continue or not…