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The Dursleys. A normal, normal family. Well, they were normal. Not their niece, Harriet Potter. She was a very strange child, and when it was discovered she was a wizard, and her birth parents had not actually died in a car crash, that made her even less normal, for her parents had died magically, from the world’s most horrible wizard, Voldemort.
Anyway, Hagrid, a half-giant who had taken Harriet shopping for her new school supplies, for her new magic school: Hogwarts, the same school her late parents went to. She had gotten on the Hogwarts Express, and met the Weasley family going onto Platform 9 ¾. But even though Harriet was so excited to become a student at Hogwarts, she had a secret.
She wasn't a girl. He was a boy, and he called himself Harry when alone. He had tried to tell the Dursleys this, but they punished him physically, so he never told anyone again.
Ron was sitting next to Harry, a red-headed Weasley also in his first year. "Are you really Harriet Potter?" Ron asked.
"No shit sherlock," Harry answered, trying to sound as boyish as possible. He and Ron talked for a bit, about his scar, candy that Harry had never heard of, and then someone came up to the pair.
"I'm Herb, Herb Granger," he said, and explained all about the magical textbooks. "Have you two memorized them? I don't think I have Chapter 32 of The Standard Book of Spells memorized..."
Harry looked at Ron, terrified to know he should have memorized, but Ron's face mirrored Harry's. Harry relaxed, knowing he probably didn't have to memorize them.
"Ugh," Ron said after Herb walked away. "Whatever house I'm placed in, I hope he's not in it!" Ron then explained the house system to Harry.
Suddenly, a pale, blond-haired boy walked up to Ron and Harry with two "goons". Harry snorted, they looked like a posse.
"Is it true you're THE Harriet Potter? The Girl Who Lived?" said the blond boy.
"Um, yeah..." said Harry. "But I go by Harry, y'know. Harriet sounds so fancy."
"I'm Draco Malfoy. Presumably, next to you is a Weasley? Figures. Don't muck off with the wrong crowd, Potter."
Harry felt a twinge of embarrassment; Ron wasn't that bad.
"That's a good idea, Malfoy, but you may have to take your own advice..." Harry replied. Draco turned red and harrumphed, then walked away.
A couple awkward minutes later, the train arrived, and the first years followed Hagrid to some boats. After the boats magically moved forward, they entered the entrance hall of Hogwarts to start being sorted.