Harrison Potter
Chapter One:
HarrisonPotter
So....Harry Potter was lost. The Dursley's left him on the platform. It was his own fault really, he was amazed at the crowd size and was skillfully trying to not be near Dudley. Anytime he was it felt like his skin was going to crawl of. He had gotten separated from Francis as well. The crowd of people moving in different directions, pushing and shoving had left Harry to be on his own.
Harrison didn't mind it much, after all Francis would find his way. Francis always did. Harrison was sure he could find his own way as well. He wasn't that weak kid that people could push around anymore.
"Mother." Harrison could hear. "It's the boy I was telling you about, from Madame Wilkins."
Harrison recognized the voice. It belonged to the fair headed platinum blonde boy from the robe shop. They had been standing next to each other during the fitting. He was the first kid Harrison had met who belonged to the wizarding world and he felt very...fond, If that was the right word, of him. The boy endearingly rambled about Hogwarts, and about the houses. Harrison could tell the kid was nervous because well he looked worried. He also knew because when he insulted the gatekeeper, Hagrid, he looks apologetic. He also didn't seem to care about his blood status, when mentioned, he skipped over it and continued talking about Hogwarts. Harrison assumed the boy could have been mistaken for bragging and being stuck up, but Harrison knew stuck up kids, Dudley was one of them. To him the fair headed boy with the intriguing silver eyes was misunderstood. Why? Well. Harrison was uncertain. He didn't even know why he was paying so much attention to the other kid.
"Can I try to guess your name?" Draco asks.
"Why?" Harry asked puzzled.
"It seems like a good way to break the ice...make a new friend." Draco had said, ears turning red as Madame Wilkins giggled under her breath. "Obviously, or is your intelligence so low that you wouldn't get that?" Draco added, his ears turning redder, clearly embarrassed that Harry couldn't even feel insulted, instead he felt endeared. "Scared?"
"You wish, Give if your best try." Harry grinned at the boy, a bit amused by him.
"You look like a...Demetrius." Draco stated. "A noble name, a strong one."
Harrison felt flattered. "And you look like an Angel." His cheeks then flushed after he blurted it out.
Draco's cheeks reddened, and he heard Madame Wilkin's giggle again. Harrison felt like he just screwed up, but it seems fate had other plans for him. "I'm Draco." The silver eyed boy introduced. Holding a hand out towards him.
"Harrison." He introduced.
"It's nice to meet you." The silver eyed boy smiled softly, looking up at him under his lashes.
Harrison's cheeks reddened a bit, as he gave him an awkward smile. "I- Me too."
Harrison looked around for the silver eyed boy after recognizing his voice and found him standing by a man with long hair who stood up tall and confident, and looked like he was looking down at everyone. Meanwhile there was a women with blonde hair would was giving the kid a scolding look. Next to the man was a girl who was about the same age him and silver eyed boy. There wasn't any emotion on her face, and he had the strange urge to talk to her, but he ignored it.
"Hello." The older man drawled, looking down at Harry with a blank expression. Harrison wasn't sure if the man was uninterested in having a conversation with him or not.
"Hello." Harry responded as politely as possible.
The older man looked him over, and he saw the man's eyebrow raise. "So tell me boy, Why exactly are you standing here with a clueless expression in your face?"
In Harry's defense, Harrison highly doubted that their was a clueless look on his face. Maybe a puzzled look, but not a clueless one. "I can't find 9 and 3/4ths, sir."
The silver eyed boys, eyes lit up as he smiled brightly at Harrison. Harrison felt like someone punched him in the face, because he was a bit speechless after seeing such a brilliant smile directed towards him. "You can come with us to the platform."
The older man who Harrison deduced was the boy's father gave the silver eyed boy a look, which made Harrison think that the long haired man wasn't pleased with the idea.
"Well, we can take you to platform." The blonde haired women adds, before the long haired man can speak. "However I must ask where your parents are."
"My parents passed away, my Aunt is supposed to drop off me, my brother, and a Dudley." Harry explained, as he saw the silver eyed boy mouth to his mother, 'A Dudley?', and watched as the blonde hair women shrug elegantly in response. "We got separated." Harry continued on knowing that the Kind giant named Hagrid probably didn't take into account when he told Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon where the platform was, was that they would ditch him and Francis without telling them where the platform was. "Though I'm sure they're all already there."
"We'll take you-" The silver eyed boy started, smile still on his face, and Harrison really couldn't say no to a smile like that, but the smile soon turned into a scowl as a red haired women with a red haired army approached.
"Malfoy." The women glared, looking at Lucius. "What are you doing to this poor innocent boy?"
"He isn't doing-" Harry started, only to be interrupted by Francis. Harry was sure he didn't notice him because he was lost in the sea of red hair.
"Harry! I was looking everywhere for you! I found these nice people who helped me find you." Francis Says, his voice dripping with concern. Harrison was sure that Francis wasn't as concerned as he sounded.
Ever since Francis discovered he was the boy who lived, and that his lightening scar was evidence of that, he's been acting more concerned towards him. Especially in public.
"I was looking for you too, I thought maybe you went to the train." Harry says feeling a bit relieved at finding his brother. Though Harrison wouldn't admit that he wasn't looking as hard as he could have. "These nice people were about to take me to where the train is."
"Nice people?" The red haired army leader looked over the family of blondes with utter disdain. "Well, Now that we are here you don't need to bother the 'nice' people." Molly replies, and Harry knew that she was trying to hide her distaste but it wasn't working well. "After all I'm sure you want to go with your brother."
Harrison was about to answer, Well why couldn't he go with his brother with the Malfoy's? But Francis, per usual, spoke over him. "Of course he does." Francis answered for him.
Harry wanted to argue about that the second that the second he saw the disappointed look flash in the silver eyed boys eyes.
Though Harrison knew that it wasn't the time to do so.
So Harrison smile a fake smile at his brother and nodded his head. "Of course. Thank you Mrs."
"Of course sweetie." The women smiled at him. "My name is Molly Weasley. I have a son entering first year as well. He's with his father right now, but I hope that you get along."
Ah...Harrison was starting to understand the women's desire to get him and Francis away. He assumed she knew exactly who she is. Or more to the point...Who his brother was.
Harrison noticed the women more or less directed the comment at Francis who beamed at the comment. "Of course Mrs.Weasley."
It seems like Molly noticed that there was another kid there who didn't match the Malfoy family looks. The girl's hair came below her chin slightly, it was strange. He never saw hair that was black but faded into another color before. It seem natural, but maybe it was something that could be done by magic? She had a beauty mark by her right eye, and rosy cheeks and lips. She looked like a doll, she was wearing a black skirt that reached below her knees, and a white button up shirt. She wore a black blazer, as we as black tights, and black Mary Jane shoes. She wore a pair of black rectangle glasses, and a black sapphire pendant, the strangest thing that he noticed was that she wore only one earring. On her right ear was a silver cross earring that seemed to be as long as his pinkie finger that held a sapphire gemstone in the center. She honestly looked like the epitome of an aristocrat. From the way she stood, to the way she was dressed, and from her gaze.
Harrison wanted to talk to her, he didn't know why. He felt it to be important, he felt drawn to her, and when his green eyes met her blue ones, he wondered if they had met before.
"Whose child is this?" Molly asked, Harrison was clear that the girl probably wasn't theirs by the way they were acting. "Did you take someone's child?"
"Now Mrs.Weasley, I know that you can't help but be low class, but do you have to let your words mimic that?" The blonde women asked, looking down at Molly. She seemed to be unoffended by Molly's comment, but Harrison knew she probably wouldn't have responded like that if she wasn't. "She's Severus daughter." The blonde women explained in a clipped tone. "As her godparents, considering Severus much be at the school early, we are dropping her off."
"I didn't know Snape had a daughter." Molly replied, distrust dripping which each word.
"I didn't know Snape cared to talk to you." The long haired man replied letting amusement slip into his voice. "I'll let him know that you're close enough to know what goes on in his personal life."
Molly glared at the couple, looking at the girl puzzled. "Well as long as her parents know."
"Does the boy's parents know that you have him? Or his guardians? Whoever looks over him? Have you spoken to them? Or maybe you saw the red haired boy and mistook him for one of your many children." The long haired man said dryly. "Well Now that we know that the young man is in..." The man stops before saying good, and instead simply Says, "hands...My family will go. I fear that your lack of intelligence might be contagious." The man replies, before gracefully making an exit with his family. Each one walking away with poise, dignity, and confidence.
Harry wanted to ask Molly if she needed ice for her burn, but by the look in Francis and Molly's face, Harrison deemed it unwise.
After listening to Molly coo over Francis, Harry and his brother were finally about to drag their luggage onto the train. Though unfortunately that meant it was only left for Harry to listen to Francis talk.
"I mean seriously." Francis sighs, running a hand through his straight not a mess hair. "How awkward is it that everyone knows about us and we barely know anything?"
"Well...technically they don't know anything about us." Harry pointed out, awkwardly. "How can anyone trust what is written in that book? The people who really know what happen are dead."
"You know what I mean. I mean, even Dudley knows more about this world then we do. We have to make sure that we make friends with the right people." Francis warns. "We don't know which people we should avoid and which people we shouldn't, I think we should find Molly's son. She seemed liked good people."
She seemed rude. Harrison thought to himself, and while the family of elegant blonds were also rude. At least they seemed indifferent to who he was, and not kissing up to him because due to his name. "Right."
Harrison and Francis walked the train a bit, he wondered if Draco had found a compartment. He was sure Draco had, as Draco didn't have to be introduced to Ginny, or to Percy, or to Bill, or to Fred, or to George. Well...Fred, George, and Bill didn't seem to bad. They were actually pretty nice. The twins, while he couldn't tell them apart seemed sincere, and didn't really care about who he was, they just wanted to know if he liked jokes. Bill was really mature and seemed to just be there to help out his mother since there were a lot of children, and Harry found that sweet. Though Percy was upright and really just wanted to leave and do prefect stuff, whatever that meant. Ginny kept looking at him and Francis with a strange look that scared him. It was like she saw two delicious cakes but her mom could only get one, so she couldn't choose which one to have.
He hoped she'd choose that Francis was tastier. He was tainted, he was sure he tasted terrible...but that could be a good thing in this case.
Harrison believed he had super sonic hearing, because he could hear Draco as he was passing a compartment that door was slightly opened. He slowed down in order to hear.
"My father want me to befriend Francis Potter." Draco drawled, disdain clearly in his voice. "I'd honestly rather befriend Harrison however, I prefer his company over that of a stranger."
Harrison wanted to head into that room right away, but from the look on Francis's face, Francis had also heard what Draco had said, and by the fact that Francis's had sped up. Meant that he wasn't pleased about Harry being chosen over him.
Harrison however would never forget this moment.