Apathokakological

Harry is walking the streets of Little Winging and kicking rocks, he is for whatever it's worth, kind of scared. He's happy of course, to be taken from his abusive home and taken to a magical world full of happiness and vibrance, the thing is, Minerva Mccgonagall is not a women known for sugarcoating her words so Harry knows exactly what to expect. He knows what will happen when he tells people his name is Harry Potter-Black some people might even question the 'Black' part of his name.

Harry has also been thinking a lot about what house he's going to be sorted into, personally he's rooting for slytherin since that is both what most blacks are sorted into but also what Draco is most likely to be sorted into. Harry fits the criteria too, "growing" up in a abusive home often makes people sly and cunning, because they have to be, to survive, Harry is not an exception to this observation and by the looks of it, so is Draco. He also thinks about and reads about with the books he bought about pureblood customs and the sacred 28 and how potter, black and malfoy are all part of the sacred 28 and are all considered pureblood family's even though Harry is a half-blooded black and potter.

After a lot of thinking Harry arrives back at number 4 privet drive where he will only sleep once more, until the summer of course, when he will have to return for the stupid blood wards so that he won't get tracked by Voldemort's death eaters.

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Harry wakes from another nightmare, another flash of green that reminds him of his eyes and takes the light from his mother's. Harry shook the mental image from his brain and got up out of the cupboard to get dressed to wait for Minerva so he can get on the way to hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. His magic is practically wafting off of him in colorful waves and his metamorphimagus powers are one jolt away from showing his aunt his new magically altered look, which is funny because the new look is technically how he looks biologically. He still kind of wondering who the old and new parents were, he was always told his parents were Lily and James and they may be, but which set of parents, and who are the other people. He gets dressed into the best clothes of his he can find though he doesent own many articles of clothes that actually fit him in the slightest, and he walks out into the living room with his trunk to wait for Minerva's little crack of apparation.

Eventually it does happen and the women walks through the door holding out her arm and saying "come on Harry!" Harry grabs hold of her arm and holds on tight. Suddenly they are in the middle of a very magical and very busy train platform infront of a train with writing that says "The Hogwarts Express" on it Minerva looks over at Harry and says "are you gonna be okay? I have to go." Harry nods and walks his way onto the train. He walked the length of the train before finding Draco in a compartment with a girl and he slides open the door. "Hi Draco." Harry says "Hi Harry!" Draco replies, Harry takes a seat "who's this?" Harry nods his head to the girl. "My name is Pansy Parkinson" "Well hello heir Parkinson, im Harry, Harry Potter-Black." Harry replies "I didn't know you were a Black, ive heard the legends" Pansy says "Legends are often exaggerated or wrong with small details." Harry replies "Well now i know." Pansy says "That you do" Harry agrees.

They all pull out their respective readings and fall into comftorable silence, until some kid opens the door and asks "have you seen my toad anywhere? He's run off again." And Harry replies "no, you should go ask a prefect or upper year to help you find him." The boy nods and walks away. Like an hour or so later a girl with bushy brown hair who is very obviously from the muggle world slides open the compartment door and asks "have any of you seen a toad? Neville seems to have lost his." And Harry responds "no we haven't, he came by here earlier." "Oh my merlin! Your Harry Potter, im Hermione Granger its a pleasure to meet you!" she olds out her hand as if expecting him to shake it. "It''s actually Potter-Black, seeing as I don't know you I wonder what gave you the idea that telling me what you thought my name was is a good idea." Harry says and the girl turns red in embaressment and stalks off. Harry goes back to reading.

A few hours later a ginger kid Harry can only guess is a Weasley opens the compartment door and asks "have any of you seen Harry Potter?" "The name is Potter-Black, actually. And that's me yes." Harry says, the boy asks "Potter-Black?! Why would you change your name! The Blacks are no good, trust me mate." Harry replies, "if you've come here to slander my name, politely, you can leave." The Weasley starts fuming and stalks off not unlike how Granger did it. The rest of the train ride is reading and correcting people on his name.