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AN: Hi there, I got the idea for this fic from listening to Stole by Kelly Rowland. Guess you can call it inspiration ;) Hehe, hope you like it since it's my first try at writing HP fics. It's kinda scary since there are SO many out there -___- Well hope you enjoy it!

Note: This fic doesn't follow the original storyline of Harry Potter.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the original characters in Harry Potter, J. K. Rowling does. The plot and any extra characters belong to me :)

Seventeen year old Harry Potter stepped foot onto the scarlet Hogwarts Express that was currently bellowing out steam. He shifted his glasses so that they weren't at the very tip of his sweaty nose.

The young man hurried down the isle, in hopes of finding an empty compartment to himself. He was gradually loosing hope when he was nearing the back of the train and he still hadn't seen any compartments unoccupied. Yet just as he was about to think of some way to ask somebody to let him sit with them, his brilliant green eyes darted to the left and to his joy- an empty compartment.

Harry lunged his bags into the compartment and stepped in holding Hedwig's cage, her glossy white feathers shining. The effort of tossing the bags in caused sweat to erupt on his forehead. Hence, he was sometimes called 'scrawny' for his age, with his skinny lanky figure and pale skin. But it wasn't entirely his false. Blame his aunt and uncle for starving him constantly.

The train lurched forward, and Harry let out a breath that he hadn't noticed he had been holding all along. Another year at Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardy. Another...yet the last, his final seventh year. Great. It didn't really matter to him. He was glad it was all going to be over soon. The tauntings, the glares, sneers...failures...etc. Although there sometimes were a few bright things in his life at Hogwarts, just...there seemed to be more bad than good. But after the year was over, what would he do with the rest of his life? Rot in the Dursleys house? Or simply starve until he was nothing but bone?

Harry frowned as he stared out at the green hills that rolled by from his view. He never understood his life, never knew the purpose of his existence to be exact. He simply...was just there. Rarely noticed anywhere, and he simply didn't fit in either. Harry was use to it now though. He spent his breaks and lunches pondering on hopeless dreams..and espeically his parents. Uncle Vernon simply stated that his parents died in a horrid car accident. For weird reasons, Harry couldn't believe it. He didn't know why. He was a wizard, wouldn't that make his parents wizards?

His brow furrowed in frustration. And if his parents were wizards, they couldn't just die because of some car accident. It seemed such a muggle-like death.

"Excuse me?"

Harry's head snapped up from the sudden soft voice that interupted him from his usual train of thoughts. He looked over to the door of his compartment in which he had carelessly left open. "Huh?"

A girl was standing there, and she was quite tall (yet Harry felt that he would still be taller than her if he stood) with a pretty nice figure. She had all the curves in the right places, and her hair was rather a bushy mass of brown curls sitting on top of her perfectly shaped face.

"Sorry if I startled you," She blinked, causing Harry to blink along. "But all the compartments seem to be filled..." She bit her pink lips and tilted her head. "So I was wondering if we could join you?"

"...W..we?" Harry cleared his throat. "We?"

The girl simply nodded and stepped in, revealing two more girls behind her. They seemed to screw up their noses when their eyes landed upon Harry, and he couldn't help but think that he heard something like "Oh it's him, that..what's his name?"

Harry shrugged and waved a hand lazily at the empty plush seats across from where he was sitting.

The girl with the bush like hair sighed in relief as she plopped her bags down next to her. Her friends, supposedly, relunctantly followed and plopped themselves next to the girl.

"Do we have to sit here Herms?" One girl with strawberry blonde hair pulled into a high pony tail complained.

The girl being addressed frowned slightly, "Yes, you saw how filled the compartments were. And don't call me Herms! How long have I pestered you about that nickname?"

"Oh for a long time my dear old friend," The blonde laughed.

Harry rolled his eyes. Girls.

He focused his attention away from the three, and back to his endless thoughts. So he was normal, pretty normal, and plain. He wasn't a nerd, just a loner he supposed. But Harry didn't think he was that boring was he? He had some mysterious past and he really wanted to figure it out...maybe then someone would notice him as Harry. He even had some funky shaped scar on his forehead which he noticed was in the shape of a thunderbolt. But naturally, he was the only one that noticed.

"Oh four chocolate frogs, thank you mam."

"Oh! And a cauldron cake too. Thank you."

Harry wrinkled his nose as the scent of the goodies wafted to his nose. Maybe he should buy..

"Here!"

He jumped slightly at the sudden sight of a chocolate frog in his face as his eyes jumped to the person handing it to him. It was that same girl with the bushy hair. "Uh...what?"

"Take it silly," The girl laughed and rolled her eyes. "For letting us sit here with you."

Harry felt the package land in his lap while he stared at it dumbly. Someone had given him something. That was a first!

He held it stiffly in his right hand as he looked up at that girl chatting happily with the girl next to her. He noticed the blonde had fallen asleep with her head against the door.

Harry once again looked at the chocolate frog still wrapped, grasped in his hand. Somehow he couldn't bring himself to unwrap it and eat it. He sighed and stuffed it into the pocket of his jeans.

"So you already have you're schedule? Oh let me see!"

"Potions first thing?!"

"No really?"

"We do! That's just it! I'm skipping it!"

"No you're not! You can't skip a class Rina."

"Well I'm not the one who completely ran from Divination one year..."

"Oh sod off!! You were on my side when I claimed that Trelawney was an old fraud."

Harry shifted around in his seat, still deep in thought. Other than his parents...he had all this money from them just simply left in a vault in Gringotts for him to take. Loads of Galleons that gleamed in the sunlight were stacked in his vault, and he guess that was one of the good things in his life. At least he wasn't living off of dry bread and water.

His mind was feeling bland, and the sky seemed to be getting dimmer, and so were Harry's eyelids. They were getting heavier and heavier until they collasped completely, and he dozed into a restless sleep of nightmares.

A flash of green light...screaming...

"Hey wake up." said a soft voice that seem to be getting louder by the second.

"Don't bother, he's fast asleep," Rina muttered as she smoothed out her black Hogwarts robes.

The blonde nodded, "He'll eventually wake when the train comes to a stop, Hermione."

Hermione seemed unconvinced as she raised an eyebrow at her friends. "You guys don't seem the least bit grateful that he didn't kick us out of the compartment he occupied first."

"Whoa, hold your horses girl! When did you go all...nice!"

"Nice?"

"I mean, on his side! I mean, isn't he the school loner I think?"

Hermione shrugged, "Loner or not, we still have to wake him right?"

"I suppose."

"Hey, we're arriving! WAKE UP!"

His eyes snapped open and noticed that a blurry shape was standing over him. He felt the weight of his glasses on his lap which must've slipped off during his sleep. He quickly reached down at them and placed them back in place.

"Oh, are we here?"

"Yes," Hermione stepped back to fix her robes.

Harry caught a gleam of something on the girl's robes and noticed it was a badge with the words 'Head Girl' glittering brightly. Oh, so she's head girl...come to think of it, I think I remember her from somewhere.

He shrugged the thought out of his still sleepy mind as he got up and reached into his bag to find his school robes. Harry finally found it and pulled it out, quickly changing into it with his red sweater and jeans still on.

"Oh right you're Harry!" The blonde pointed out.

"Harry?" Rina said with an odd glance at her friend.

Polly simply shrugged in reply, "He just seemed awfully familiar from the very beginning to me. And its finally struck me! He's Harry, that silent one who always just sits there."

Hermione seemed rather surprised. "I think I might've seen you being picked on in Potions."

"See how forgetful you two are? Can't even remember a silly guy in our own house."

"I wasn't thinking, Polly," Hermione snapped in annoyance as she pulled the compartment door open.

Harry frowned inwardly. Right, of course you all forgot about me.

"Yes! I'm so glad we're here! I can't wait until the feast begins," Polly went right after Hermione who already stepped out and into the busy hallway.

Rina followed shortly and Harry tagged behind, Hedwig tapping at the golden bars of her cage impatiently.

"We're almost there Hedwig, and then you can have a good night's sleep instead of being cramped up in that cage..." Harry spoke softly to his companion; his only companion.

Harry unmistakenly recognized the loud booming voice of Hagrid, the gamekeeper and teacher for Care of Magical Creatures. He remembered his first year as if he never existed. It was probably about the same as any other year in which he went through unoticed by all.

"Oi!! Hermione!!" A hand was sticking out from the swarming cloud of people all trying to push their way through and out of the train.

Harry saw the girl that had offered him the frog turn around and look about. "What? Is that you Ron??"

"Yes! I'm right...here..." There was a bit of struggling before a red head popped into view and at once Hermione's face brightened at the mere sight of him.

"Ron!" Hermione gave the boy a bear hug which made him turn as red as his hair. "How was your summer?"

"I thought I told you about it in my letters?" Ron look rather distressed. "Or did Pig loose them all? I wouldn't be surprised..."

She shoke her head, "Of course not. I got them but it doesn't hurt to ask again right?"

"When did the little book worm become so...curious?"

"Hey!"

"I'm just teasing you!"

Harry watched the two disappear from his view as they stepped off, him following shortly. There was a bit of fog hanging around, and alot of fog hanging above the lake in which the first years were already heading towards. He climbed onto a carriage and was soon joined by Neville Longbottom. A round and forgetful boy, also in Gryffindor and another student Snape loved to torment.

"Hey Harry," Neville said in rather a bored tone. "I think I'm having a headache you know? Trying to remember so many things at once!"

Harry stared, "But there's nothing to remember...I mean, classes haven't started yet!"

"I know, but I can't seem to find my schedule..."

"That's because we haven't recieved them from Professor McGonagall yet," Harry said, rather surprised Neville could be so mindless at times. "Exceptional to the Head Girl and Boy and Prefects though."

Neville blinked his round confused eyes at him. "Oh! Well that's good, one thing to not worry about anymore!"

Harry shook his head and glanced out of the window, the shadow of the grand castle looming ahead casted upon the many carriages coming up to it.

They came to a lurching stop, and Harry took no time at all to get off of it before he could hear another word of Neville's so called 'worries'.

He heard a melodic laugh ring about the chilly night air, and to his surprise the Head Girl was standing just a couple feet away from him with the red head and the two girls from the Hogwarts Express. Harry blinked, not really noticing that he was listening in on their conversation.

"Hermione, you're working yourself to hard."

Hermione...Harry felt the name ring in his ears and slip out again as if it were never there. He sighed, not feeling how much his insides ached to be able to join them. Hermione...

Harry Potter stuck his cold hands into the pocket of his jeans as he followed the rest through the masive doors of Hogwarts. Before he was engulfed in light and warmth coming from the Great Hall, his last thoughts dwelded.

She seems like...a nice girl...