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Chapter 2: Going to the Hogwarts Express
Harry was making the Dursley's breakfast with them and their heads bowed. Since about the second week of the holidays, they refused to look into his eyes. They would say that they were embarrassed or didn't want to associate with him in any way. The honest truth was that Harry's eyes held so much pain from his late night visions and nightmares that he seemed to project the pain through his eyes.
Harry found it amusing that the Dursley's would refuse to look at him. They would still boss him around through a door or make demands from other rooms, but whenever Harry was in the same room with any of them, it would turn suddenly quiet.
Harry finally finished making the Dursley's (a piece of asparagus and three baby carrots) breakfast and Harry went back upstairs. He grabbed a sandwich from Mrs. Weasely, which she sent a whole bunch to get him through the whole week. It was a corned beef sandwich, and Harry couldn't really tell why Ron didn't like them. Harry thought they were delightful. It was also good that he had some meat in his system. It let his muscle mass increase. And the fact he wasn't allowed any pop from the Dursley's, enabled him to keep his muscles from injury.
Harry found an old dartboard Dudley received for his birthday one that had a crack down the middle because he sat it on a chair to unwrap his other presents, and forgot he put it on a chair and sat on it. That was when he was only a pig, and not a baby killer whale, which, at this point, if he did the same stunt, would crush it into dust. Harry repaired it, finding that he could do wandless magic, and if done in small qualities, wouldn't be traced by the Ministry. He found this useful in repairing his glasses, which seemed accident-prone.
Since Harry fixed the dartboard, he reshaped a few quills into passable darts (with a few spells), and started to throw his makeshift darts at the board from his bed. He did this having read all his course books, and he really didn't want to read anything that he already knew. He also figured it would improve his accuracy for casting spells and sending curses. It was really nimbling up his hands and fingers. Harry was glad that he found out how to do wandless magic because when he practiced left-handed, there was a bunch of little wholes on the wall that Aunt Petunia would throw a fit about if she found out. Harry also thought he might introduce this game to the chasers and beaters on his qudditch team. It certainly would prove to better their accuracy.
That got Harry thinking about the upcoming school year. He wondered if he would be able to play qudditch if he was too busy researching Voldemort's notes from when he was at school. That and perfecting his elements, which could prove to be vital in Harry's adventures in the upcoming years. Harry was really eager to accomplish his abilities.
Harry was just thinking how he would survive without qudditch, when an owl was approaching his window. He wondered whom it could be from since he didn't expect anything until tomorrow, when everyone seemed to skip a day, then send him something. It turned out that the approaching owl was a Hogwarts owl. Harry curiously took the letter from the owl and read the inscribed words:
Dear Mister Potter,
It has come to our attention that with your defining qualities of your house (Gryffindor), that you'll be the secret Prefect of all houses. That means that you can do anything with all houses, and are the highest-ranking Prefect. You do not have to attend the Prefect meetings, or enforce the school rules. You can let other Prefects handle all situations and you have permission to know what's going on in almost all Hogwarts concerns. This type of prefect has not been seen in over twenty years (your father to be exact). As most Prefects are chosen on their grades and upholding the school rules, a Secret Prefect is chosen by how well he or she personifies their house. Your bravery has put you in this position. Also, note that a Secret Prefect is to stay SECRET. That is why you don't have to uphold your duties.
Good luck in the upcoming school year,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
'Wow,' Harry thought. It sounded like he got all the novelties of a Prefect without all the responsibilities. Plus, he was still in the running for Head Boy. `This will be useful into getting into the Chamber.' Harry pondered, `and I'll get to use the bathrooms.'
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It was now two days before Harry left for Hogwarts. He just got back from his uncle, asking him if he could take him to King's Cross. All Harry got was a nod in the affirmative. Harry couldn't wait. He could finally go out whenever he wanted! Well, as long he had the free time. Harry really had a bad case of cabin fever. The days were so nice and he could hear little kids laughing and playing outside and the birds singing.
He also couldn't wait to see his friends. Well, maybe just Hermione. She would probably be the only one out of the whole school not to baby him, hate him, or be afraid of him. Except for maybe McGonagall. Harry wasn't too keen on having everyone jump at the sight of him.
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'Just ten minutes,' Harry thought. Ten minutes until he got out of his summer hell hole for nine months. The Dursley's decided to leave at nine-thirty, so that would mean Harry would get there at ten o'clock, which would mean he would have to wait fifty-nine more minutes for his friends, which seemed to like to flirt with disaster and see how close they could get to being there before the train chugged out of the station.
They finally made it to King's Cross-, which was busy as ever. Vernon just grabbed all of Harry's stuff, chucked it in the car, and sped away. Harry finally managed to calm Hedwig down and get a trolley for all of his things. He crossed the barrier of Platform 9 and ¾ and looked around. Not a lot of people there. Harry noticed a couple of anxious first years and that was it.
Harry boarded the train and got his choice of compartments. He got the one he usually got, and set up the dartboard he brought to kill some time. He started to hear a lot of noise outside and looked at his watch. Harry realized that he killed about forty-five minutes. He wandered out the train to see if he knew any other kids. He seen Parvati and Lavender, which were again looking rather attractive as they usually do, and as usually ditzy as normal. He saw Dean Thomas, who looked like he decided to grow an afro, which Harry thought looked pretty good and that it would cause quite a stir in Hogwarts.
Harry just got done looking around the platform before he decided that there really weren't any of his friends there. When he turned around, he heard his name being called in a familiar feminine voice.
Wow, it was Hermione and boy did she change.
(AN: How was that? I know not very long, but they will get longer, hopefully. Anyways, thanks for the reviews. And I mean by a Hogwarts POV, where you get to see things just from Hogwarts and not Harry, who won't be at Hogwarts at times this year. Peace).