Harry always knew he was different.
It wasn't just his scar that told him. It wasn't the wierd things that happened around him that told him. It wasn't his horrible relatives that always called him freak that told him.
No, it was the faint whispering voice that made him aware he was different.
When he was younger, he didn't care if the voice made him, within definition, crazy. It wasn't even it a voice really. It was more of a compeling force, making him aware. But still, it had gotten him out of multiple bad situations with his relatives. Like one time when he was five. He had to get the big dinner done before his Uncle came home with his boss, or else he would not be fed for a week. He was running behind and only had a few more hours to finish the large ham and mashed potatoes. If the voice hadn't made him aware of Dudely coming up behind him, then he would have had to start all over on the three hour ham and he just didn't have the time.
Of course, to this day, he still didn't know how he manged to pull off those complicated moves to dodge the push that Dudely had sent his way. He had just always chalked that up to the other weird things that happened in his life.
But now... now he knew that the those weird were magic. It was all he could do not to bounce around from excitement, though he had a strong belief that the only he was able to resist was because of his upbringing. But that still didn't explain the weird voice or the complicated moved, but he would worry about that later.
Right now, he needed to catch up with Hagrid before he got lost in the crowd of Digon Alley.
xXx
Harry didn't think he liked this light blond haired boy with the pointed face. Who was he to speak so badly of Hagrid, the first person to be so kind to him? The black haired boy couldn't wait to leave the shop and get away from this boy who had introduced himself as Draco.
"Are you going to get a pet?" Draco's drawling voice cut through his thoughts, and startled by the abrupt change in topic, Harry didn't know how to respond. Luckily though, Draco wasn't looking for a answer and just kept talking. "I'm hoping to get Mother and Father to get me a cat. W-"
He was cut off by the lady who runned the shop saying he was done and could leave. Harry had never been so happy to get out of a conversation.
xXx
Harry was scared.
He had never been in a crowd this big without someone was with him. It didn't help that he had no idea how to get to the train and he would miss it if he wasn't on it by 11:00. At this point he just kept pacing back and forth in front of platform 9 and platform 10. He glanced over in a shadow of a wall before catching himself for the fifth time since he got there. He was looking for someone, he knew that much, but who? The answer, of course, didn't come to him and he was just about to pull his hair out in fustration.
But then he heard the voice whispering something and felt the need to turn around. He, like he always did, felt no need to resist and looked back, only to hear the best words ever.
"-packed with muggles of course-"
Harry smiled and silently thanked the voice.
xXx
Harry laughed under his breath as he watched his new friend Ron ate the candy he had bought for him. For some reason, it felt weird for him to do the buying but he quickly pushed the thought out of his head. Why would it be weird to be nice?
Harry took and bite out of his own candy as he listened to Ron explain Quidditch like it was the best thing in the world and couldn't help but smile. He never really had a friend and it felt nice. He was about to ask Ron to explain one tof the rules again that he didn't understand when the compartment door opened. It was a sniffiling boy with brown hair, who had lost his toad. Harry, too creeped out to see this boy cry so openly, gave him a chocolate frog. He didn't know why he was so disturbed by the open shed of tears from this boy but he decided not to think about it. The boy gave him a small smile and a thank you before closing the compartment door behind him.
They got two more visitors before the train had reached Hogwarts: the boy from the shop Draco and a girl named Hermione.
Draco's visit more or less turned into a screaming matched between him and Ron before Harry intervined. What ever Harry had expected for this meeting, it wasn't that. Draco just huffed and walked out of the compartment.
Hermione's visit was much more pleasent, though it still ended up in an arguement but Harry didn't intervine this time. This time it felt natural. During the visit Harry had also learned that the crying boy's name was Neville. After a moment, Hermione ended the argument by sighing angerly and turning to leave.
"We're close to the school. You two better get ready." She said before shutting the door.
Harry caught Ron's eye and they both shrugged. Niether of them had any idea what just happened. They both got up and grabbed their robes and Harry couldn't help but notice that Ron's robes were too short for him. Then Harry noticed something more important.
Ron looked over at Harry's surprised face and raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"You're taller then me... by alot." Harry said simply. Ron blinked and then gave Harry a half smile half smirk face.
"Ya, I guess I am." His expression turned into more of a smile. " Come on. The train stopped and we need to get off."
Ron left the compartment but all Harry could do was glare. His friend shouldn't be taller then him. He was always the taller one. That was how it always was. Harry blinked. Always been? He had only just met Ron.
His train of thought was cut off by the voice whispering and making him aware that Ron was leaving him behind and he had to run to catch up to his friend.
xXx
Ron had gotten into Gryffindor.
Neville had gotten into Slytherin.
Draco had gotten into Hufflepuff.
Hermione had gotten into Ravenclaw.
Harry himself had gotten into Gryffindor... but not without some confusing words from the hat.
"Oh oh oh! I haven't seen someone like you in a while! And there's two of you! Thats new! Good luck finding the others! GRYFFINDOR!"
xXx
Harry couldn't believe the feast in front of him and felt hungrier then he ever had before.
No one was quite sure how he out ate Ron, but he did.
xXx
Transfiguation. was. hard.
He shouldn't have this much trouble with it. He really shouldn't. It was even more frustrating to see Ron and Neville getting it down pat...
... Though Harry, or even the teacher, couldn't figure out how Neville had set his other wise perfect transfiguation on fire.
xXx
Harry always knew he was different.
It wasn't just his scar that told him. It wasn't the wierd things that happened around him that told him. It wasn't his horrible relatives that always called him freak that told him.
It didn't matter what had told him though, because now he knew why.
It was Snape, ironically, that made him realize. During the first potion class, when Snape tried to mind read him (or something. It confused him just as much as Alchemy...) that unlocked his memories.
He was Harry Potter, but he was also Ling Yao, former emperor of Xing...
"Oi! Bratty Prince!"
... And Greed was there too.
Experiment. I hope you like it and if you did, leave an review! I want to see if anyone can guess who the others are! for the first few peole who figure it out, your OC can make an appearence!