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Full Summary: Harry was raised to not to trust people so quickly by his not-so-bad relatives. When he begins his first year at Hogwarts, he feels something is off about his "Boy-who-lived" status and is suspicious of his new "friends" Hermione and Ron. However, things really take a turn when he discovers the Chamber of secrets before his second year; befriends the Basilisk and more importantly discovers Tim Riddle's diary.

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Harry's POV

I sat in a car, alone, on the Hogwarts express. The landscape whizzing by as the train was heading towards my new school. It was such a strange experience to suddenly be cast into this world of magic and wizards. It was almost too surreal to believe, yet here I was on a train that was on a platform that was hidden in a brick wall apparently. Then again being raised in the "muggle" world as they called it, I suppose made me see such things as laughable and unreal except in dreams of course.

The compartment I was in was quite luxurious I did admit. The seats were soft and the car was brightly lit. I sat back into the soft cushions and sighed, I wanted to get some sleep but then a boy about my age came into the car. He sat down in the car and said that the rest were full so he asked if he could stay in this one. I nodded and he sat across from me. He seemed warm and friendly, but I picked up something strange. His eyes kept darting to the glass, car door. Was he avoiding someone or waiting for someone?

"So what's you name" I asked.

"Oh…I'm Ron Weasly."

"I'm Harry Potter."

Ron's eyes lit up, "No way…do you have…you know…the scar" he whispered.

I nodded and parted my bangs to show him the lighting-bolt scar on the forehead. "Wicked" he said.

I smiled, he seemed really nice. Maybe my nerves are getting the best of me and I shouldn't judge so much. But then his eyes were darting towards the door again. Before I could ask about it, a girl with bushy hair came to the door.

"Has anyone seen a toad?"

We both shook our heads and she came over to introduce herself to me and Ron. But I noticed something else that was strange, when the greeted each other they had a weird…glint in their eyes.

Though most people didn't know, I was always told by my Aunt to remain very, very observant of people and don't be quick to trust. Why did she always say that I never knew but from what I could tell it was important?

Though I am an orphan, I was raised by aunt and uncle along with my cousin. I wasn't what you would call "Loved" but I was respect and cared for like any child.

My uncle was strict but never harsh, he made sure I did my homework and usually gave me one chore to do every day, like sweeping the floor in just the living room or making sure the laundry was done when they were out.

It was mostly little things but nothing special. When I finished my chores and homework, I was aloud time to read, watch TV and do whatever I suppose. I wasn't treated with as much love and devotion as my cousin but I never bothered me after all he was their only real son, I'm just a relative.

Still on Sundays we would sit in the living room as a family. I would be reading my book, my uncle would be reading the paper, and my aunt and cousin would be playing checkers or watching TV. My aunt would bring me and Dudley hot chocolate with whipped cream and my uncle and her some tea. At times, my uncle would comment to me about an article in the paper and we would briefly discuss about it. He seemed to enjoy our small banters about politics and worldly news.

All in all I lived in a good family despite the fact that my parents were dead.

Still there was one thing about my family that was odd. Twice a year since I was brought to live with my only relatives, I was told not to leave my room for an entire day. They would give me food the day before and put it on my desk in my small bedroom along with books and some games to play. But they told me to be as quiet as possible and to NEVER leave the room.

I wasn't told why and when I asked they simply shrugged it off or changed the subject. It was something that always bothered me but I knew better then to pry into it.

"So Harry you ever heard of Quittach?"

I was snapped out of my thoughts and told them no. We talked until it was time to change into our school uniforms. Yet I found it odd that whenever Ron or Hermione talked to me, they had a strange glint in their eyes before they spoke.

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I was walking in a group with the rest of the first-year students to the great hall. The Hogwarts castle was enormous and teemed with magic. I was too entranced by the moving pictures, the floating ghosts and endless magic that I hardly paid attention to Ron's ramblings about his family and Quittach. When we got to the great hall, we were brought to a large chair with a hate on it that seemed to have a face. The head mistress, asked one of the students to step forward. She placed the hat on her head and it announced "HUFFLEPUFF". I remembered Ron mentioning something about being divided into houses based on what the "sorting hat" said. Honestly the idea sounded strange, why divide the student body? But I suppose things are much more different in this world then the muggle world.

I was called up and I heard many whispers around me as I walked up and sat down on the chair. In all honesty, I could hardly care about what house I was in, Ron kept saying how "slimy" the slitherins were but I wasn't so sure about that. But anyways who cared really?

"So the famous Harry Potter is starting his first year at Hogwarts I see. Well let's see what house will suit you best…"

I sat quietly as the hat pondered, "Very intelligent and talented, quiet but promising for sure…I say…."

"RAVENCLAW!"

Everyone clapped politely but Hermione and Ron looked shocked. Why would they act so shocked, was it that surprising. From what Hermione said, the Ravenclaw students are smart, hard-working students that were mostly quiet yet curious. I couldn't find anything shocking about me being in that house. After all I do love reading and I'm not the most out-going person in the world I suppose.

When I sat down at the table I saw everyone's eyes were on me…ok now this is getting a bit too weird for me. What is so bloody important about me being in Ravenclaw?

I sighed and after the rest of the students were sorted (Ron and Hermione were in the Gryffindor house), the Headmaster Dumbledore, gave a speech to inform the new students of the school rules and such.

I could feel his eyes and the eyes of one of the professors on me, the one with black hair and creepy black robes on. I hope I don't have him for a teacher.

Soon the Welcome-back feast began and I was in shock from all the food that was on the table. Across from me where two other students that looked at the food with the same curiosity as I did. I smiled and said "Hello."

They looked at me and smiled as well, "Hello, I'm Roger and this is Luna."

Luna smiled and gave a shy wave. We talked for a while about the school and about our ourselves. Perhaps I'll like this school…but I still felt that there was something terribly odd about meeting Ron and Hermione. But I couldn't put my finger on it.

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