Hogwarts the school of Witchcraft and Wizards
"It's come to my attention that you have been mistreated this boy." Professor Alpha Dumbledore said dangerously, his muscles rippling with power.
"Wwwwwell no not at all we-" Mr Dursley stuttered stupidly, before being drowned out by Petunia headbutting the headrest, loudly.
Dumbledore observed the wayward woman before raising a crucifix and waving it manly - "Petrificus Totalus." He said in a smooth voice, and the moment he did Petunia froze up, leaned against the seat in front of her like a board propped up against a chicken coop.
Harry stared in wonder.
"How did you do that?" He asked as he stared at his frozen aunt.
"Christ." The headmaster replied wisely. "Now, to business... where is this child being educated, Mr Dursley?"
"The Public School." Mr Dursley replied anxiously, wringing his fingers together.
Alpha Dubledore gave him a stern look over his glasses - "I see. And what is taught at the Public School?
The spineless man crumpled under the sheer weight of his gaze and pathetically panted, "..Gender studies and the liberal Arts."
Dumbledore's brow furrowed wisely.
"Then he shall no longer be going to the School." He decreed, as his muscles leapt with power.
Harry's heart soared at the Professor's words - he'd spent night after night hoping: no, he had been PRAYING for someone to free him from the education that his relatives had forced him in to - and it seemed his prayers had been answered. He quickly thanked God.
Harry paused: "But then - where will I be going?" he asked curiously.
Dumbledore smiled wisely - "You will be going to Hogwarts, my boy. The School of Witchraft and Wizardry."
Harry's eyes widened in joy.
An outraged sound came from the front of the car - "He will be raised perfectly well in our care, in The Public School, just like Dudley! He doesn't need wizards!" Vernon exclaimed evilly.
The professor raised his eye, observing the boy frolicking girlishly outside of the electric car - "That is Dudley I assume?"
"Yes."
Alpha Dumbledore narrowed his eyes, before tilting his head at his bald Eagle, Gabriel as he squawked. He smiled, before open the window with a wave of hishand and urging the bird over it - "Feed, my child." He said his eyes twinkling.
The bird flew out and knocked Harry's cousin over, pecking his eyes.
"Harry will not go to Hogwarts." Vernon said sternly, glaring at Dumbledor.
"Dissipate." The professor replied calmly, grabbing Harry's shoulder before disappearing with him. Vernon sobbed. Petunia would have punched him, but she could not as she had been paralyzed by Dumbedore's magic.
Harry roared in fright as the world spun around him, before coming back together. He blinked, finding himself in a new place entirely.
"Welcome to Hogwarts School of Craft and Wizard." Hagrid said loudly on his bicycle.
"Where am I?" Harry asked, looking around with wonder in his eyes.
"Hogwarts, school of witchcaft and Wizardry." Professor Alpha Dumbledore replied wisely.
"Can we go inside?" Harry asked.
With a nod, the powerful headmaster led him into the great halls, where a massive feast had been prepared for his arrival.
The other students - or at least, most of them; gave Harry a standing ovation as he walked through the doors of the halls, and he bowed graciously.
As he walked towards the sorting hat, he glanced around, admiring the decorations. There were four long tables, each marked with one of four colours and lit by hundreds of floating candles. The walls stretched far above, and there was no roof. But what caught his eyes most of all was a girl on the red table.
She was pretty, with perfect straight teeth and brown hair tied up tastefully with a pin. Her outfit was modest, but not plain - she wore a lilac dress with a frilled bodice and a lace flower pattern around the waist, and her jewelry; a pair of opal earrings and a silver necklace; matched the pin in her hair, tying the outfit together. The heels of her court-style shoes clicked against the floor as she stood up from her chair.
"Hello there." She said delicately. "I am Hermione Granger."
"Ok." Harry said, continuing towards the sporting hat.
Dumbledore placed the cap on Harry's head, and it grabbed him.
"Hmm..." It said, rubbing its hands together as it thought. "Plenty of bravery, I see... and very intelligent... you will go in Gryffindor. The Red one."
Harry excitedly ran to the Gryffindor table, where he was welcomed by a dozen friendly faces and began to tuck into a delicious meal, a great pile of beef and bone marrow.
His attention was drawn away from his plate by a streak of ginger hair at the topped of his vision - it was a boy, spearing a roast potato on his fuck.
"Hello." Harry said, and the boy looked up.
"Hullo." The boy replied glancing at the scar on Harry's forehead. "I'm Ronald. Ronald Weasly."
"Harry Potter." Harry returned, shaking his hand manly.
"Would you like to be friends?" Ron asked. Harry cringed at the childish word 'friends', but he knew a comrade wouldn't hurt.
"Yes, I would like to be friends with you Ronald Weasly." Harry replied, before twisting around as he heard a scoff behind him.
"You want to be friends with Weasly, do you?" A sharp, blond-haired boy chuckled. "He's the wrong one to be mixing with."
"And who the fork are you?" Harry asked, narrowing his eyes.
[[I will remove any profanity when I am reading this to my future children - Michael Damien]]
The blond boy slid off of his broom, smirking at Harry - "Sigma Malfoy, Slytherin prefect."