A six year old boy with black unruly hair and beautiful green eyes was lying in a playground.

The sun was half sunken behind the horizon. Crimson light was fading into black. Today had been a really bad day for him. He had been beaten by his uncle and if that wasn't enough, his cousin and his friends had shown extra enthusiasm in Harry hunting.

Now here he was, lying with sore muscles and broken bones. He wasn't sure if he could stand, if he even wanted to.

The darkness in his vision was spreading. The darkness wasn't bad but the exact opposite. It was enticing. He wished he could plunge into that silent darkness and lose his consciousness permanently, he wished he knew how to. Just as the last glimmer of light was merging with the darkness, someone shook his shoulder. His eyes widened and the darkness faded.

He looked at the face of the blonde little girl hovering over him. She was looking at him with a strange expression. He would later come to know that it was sympathy.

"Are you okay?" She asked, touching his broken bloodied nose. He winced and she pulled back her hand quickly and sent him an apologetic look.

"I..am..okay." he said in a hoarse voice as he sat up and faced her. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Her sapphire eyes were so soft and warm.

"You don't look so." she mumbled in disbelief as she handed him a water bottle.

"Drink." she said.

Harry eyed the bottle suspiciously, never had someone ever offered him something. Still, the thirst won over paranoia and finally he took the bottle and gulped it down greedily.

"Thank you." he said in a small voice as he handed back her an empty bottle.

She beamed at him, happy that she helped someone. Harry smiled an uncertain smile, more like a grimace.

"Now, will you run away with me?" She asked excitedly and dramatically.

"Why do you want to run away?" He smiled, going with the flow. To be honest, he wouldn't really need a reason to run away from the Dursleys, their existence was enough for him to flee to the farthest seas.

She bit her lower lip, contemplating something. To Harry, she looked far older with that look in her eyes.

"Do you believe in magic?" She asked cautiously. Harry's eyes widened comically. The truth was that he wanted to believe in magic but knew it was just a childish wish. He shook his head though hoping he was wrong. Life would have been wonderful if he had magic.

She looked sad.

"I believe in magic. I think I have magical powers." she said stubbornly, nodding to herself.

Harry looked dumbstruck. He wanted to laugh at her but knew he shouldn't, afterall, she had helped him.

And maybe… she was right.

"I believe if I stay at home then bad people will come for me and they will hurt my parents. I love them, I don't want them to get hurt." she said in a pained voice which shouldn't have belonged to a girl of her age.

Harry looked confused.

"Why do you think bad people will come after you?" He asked.

She looked at him as if she had already decided he wouldn't understand.

"Haven't you read stories? There are always bad people coming after unique girls." she replied, telling half the truth.

Harry laughed bitterly, she was just another girl inspired by some stupid movie or book. He could still remember the pain when Dudley thought he knew kung fu after watching a Chinese movie and had decided Harry would be the perfect training subject of his kung fu.

He wanted to tell her that life wasn't a story, life was a journey to become strong. Life was a mess, it was a heaven for the strong and hell for the weak. There were no heroes or villains, there was no happily ever after, but he decided to tell a lie to this privileged girl. He tried not to look down at her. He really tried. He shouldn't compare Dudley with her. She was kind while Dudley was… Dudley.

"Then you must become strong to protect them. You must become a hero." he said with a false smile, scoffing at the word 'Hero'.

Her lips twitched and she smiled brightly, hope kindling in her brilliant eyes.

"You are right. I will protect them. But what will happen to you? Do you want to come to my house? My parents are doctors. They will treat your wounds." she offered.

Harry shook his head.

"No. I am fine. I need to go." he declined and with a last smile, turned his back on her and started walking towards his relative's house. There was no reason to run away, there were stronger and more ruthless people out there who would be way worse than the Dursleys.

The girl looked at him sadly. She didn't even know why she was sad.

"Hey, what is your name?" She yelled at his back. He stopped and turned his head to look at her.

"Harry. My name is Harry." he said nonchalantly and resumed walking.

The girl pouted in annoyance. 'How rude, he didn't ask my name.'

"My name is Jasmine." she yelled again. He didn't acknowledge her and continued his slow pained walk.

The girl sighed and started for her house. She smiled. 'He was a nice boy.'

Harry stayed awake at night in his cupboard. The word 'magic' kept popping up in his head.

'Can magic be real? Was that girl telling the truth about her powers?' His mind kept supplying him with wondrous possibilities.

He closed his eyes and half heartedly tried to conjure magic, not exactly believing he would succeed, but neither believing that he might fail.

His hands tingled but nothing happened.

He concentrated more, the pressure started building on the tips of his fingers. His face was red from trying, he was sweating but nothing was happening.

With a last try he gave his all.

He stifled a shriek when he saw what was above his fingertips. A golden mist was surrounding his fingers. It kept swirling around his fingers. It was warm to touch. It was soothing.

Harry beamed at the mist, not giving it a deeper thought and accepting the existence of magic, like a dying man in God.

'So magic is real. It means now I can be strong and will not have to bow down to anyone. I will have to thank Jasmine tomorrow.' Although he would not find her anytime soon.

He guided the mist around the small cupboard. He willed the mist to glow. A golden light filled the dark cupboard. Harry chuckled, which wasn't exactly happy laughter but more of a deranged and relieved cackle. The mist suddenly slammed on his body, throwing him on his mattress. It seeped back inside his body like water through sand, making him shiver.

"It seems it will be hard to control but I will do it. I will not be weak again." Harry mumbled to himself with a big grin. He always knew or at least a part of him always believed that he was special and not a freak. That he was magical and not some defective boy. He closed his eyes, relaxing on the thin mattress, happy and at peace for the first time in his entire life.

1 Year Later .

'Today will be the day. Today is going to be special.' Harry decided. He was cooking breakfast for his relatives. One by one his relatives sat for their breakfast at the table.

"Hurry up, boy, we are hungry!" Vernon called loudly.

Harry smirked. He put the plates filled with food in front of them. He sat on a remaining chair and started eating, waiting for the explosion.

"Why are you sitting on the chair? Why are you even eating before us? Who gave you the permission?" Vernon scowled in anger. Petunia glared at him too while Dudley was confused by his strange behaviour.

"Listen up, you fat lumps of waste, from today you will leave me alone and I will leave you alone. If you even try to inconvenience me, I will kill you." Harry said in a cold voice, not appropriate for a seven year old boy.

"What the hell did you just say?" Vernon yelled, his face turning purple. He was clutching the edge of the table as if he would throw the table at him. He didn't know what happened to the freak, but he wouldn't let him get away with this blatantly disrespectful behaviour.

"Silence!" Harry yelled back, banging his palms on the table, making the plates clatter noisily.

A golden mist left his body and surrounded his relatives like vultures.

The mist then suddenly turned red.

All three of them fell off their chairs and screamed. They screamed like they had never done before. It was as if every nerve of their body was on fire.

Harry absorbed back the mist just after a couple of seconds of punishment. He smiled at them viciously.

They were whimpering and trembling before him. Their pitiful sounds were melodic to his ears. They were staring at him as if he was a devil. And maybe he was.

Long time of daily abuse didn't leave someone unscarred and maybe they had taken away his empathy, his kindness. He didn't know and honestly wasn't even interested to know.

"I hope this was enough. It will really be inconvenient to kill you all. See ya later. I am taking the spare room as my bedroom." He grinned and ran up the stairs, leaving behind a traumatised family.

Harry was eleven years old now. The last four years had been good to him. He was the King in the house. He did what he wanted to do and punished the Dursleys occasionally so they couldn't forget their place.

He also had dedicated most of his time to exploring his magic. Harry could confidently say that he knew everything about this strange golden mist. At least he thought so. He considered himself the master of the mist. It was arrogant and vain. But so was Harry.

Currently, he was staring at the letter in his hands.

'So, there are others like me. There is even a school for us. Hmm, let's see what they can teach me. Knowledge is power. And power is all I want.'

The next day a middle aged woman came into the house. She was the epitome of an archetypical strict looking teacher. She saw him and her eyes softened for a second, but regained its professional stare quickly.

"I hope you had a good time growing up here. I am Professor McGonagall, the Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry." she said proudly.

The Dursleys looked anywhere but at her.

"Yeah. My relatives are great. I had a wonderful time here." Harry said, trying not to sound too sarcastic.

"It is good to hear that, though I wanted myself to raise you, but the headmaster denied me the chance." she explained bitterly, looking at him wistfully, as if imagining an alternate future where he was her adopted son.

Harry's eyes widened in surprise.

"Why would you want me? Are you some distant relative of mine?" He asked dubiously, trying not to sound hopeful.

"Not exactly. Your parents were my favourite students. Your dad was even my apprentice. I considered them my children." Her smile was full of sorrow and nostalgia.

Harry smiled coldly.

"Why did the headmaster decline your offer?"

"He thought it was good for you to grow up in a normal environment, away from the fame of boy-who-lived."

Harry asked the meaning of that and was surprised to learn that he was a celebrity in the Wizarding World, he also learnt that his parents sacrificed their lives for him. At this, he sent a meaningful glance at the elder Dursleys who had said that they died in a car crash.

They paled at his glance, knowing they were going to be punished later.

"We should go now to buy your things from Diagon Alley." she offered.

Harry nodded and they apparated to Diagon Alley. Harry immediately hunched over and tried not to empty his stomach after the horrible experience of apparition.

"You will get used to the feeling." she said in an amused voice.

'I don't think so.' Harry thought. She conjured a cap and handed it to him.

"Hide your scar. We don't want to be mobbed." she suggested and Harry nodded, though he was a little sceptical about it.

Was he really that famous?

"We should go to Gringotts. It is the wizarding bank managed by the goblins." she explained as she led the way.

"You do know that I don't have a bank account, right?" He questioned as he followed her.

"Of course you have. You are the heir to The Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter. Your parents were very rich." she replied, patting his back.

"I did not know that." He glared at the ground, hating that he knew so little.

she advised. "You should buy books to educate yourself about the Wizarding World."

Harry nodded, accepting the token of her wisdom and entered the bank. The teller asked for a key and the professor presented it. 'Why does she have the key to my vaults?'

He asked her that.

"Headmaster Dumbledore gave it to me. Now that I think about it, this belongs to you. Here, have it." she smiled, handing him his key.

Harry now was disliking Dumbledore.

The ride down the tracks was exhilarating. Though the Professor might deny it, she too was excited by the adrenaline inducing ride.

When he looked in his vaults, his jaw was wide open. The vault was a small room filled with heaps of gold, silver and bronze. Seeing his reaction, the goblin provided him with another shock.

"This is just your trust vault. Your family vault is many many times bigger than this." Harry was in a daze. He was fucking rich. He was powerful, what else did he need? He filled the bottomless bag provided by the goblin with the coins.

He was in a nice mood when he left the bank.

The next two hours were spent buying books and materials required for the school.

The last shop was for buying wands.

"I will go buy you an owl while you get your wand. Consider this as an early birthday present. The owl would be very useful in sending and receiving mail." She said and went off in another direction. Harry also grinned. This would be the first time anyone would give him a gift. Smiling widely, he went into the wand shop.

"Hello." A voice whispered just before an elderly man walked into the room.

"I was wondering when I will see you, Mr. Potter. It seems only yesterday that your mother was buying her first wand, ten and a quarter inches of willow with a unicorn hair for her core. Excellent for charms work. Your father on the other hand had an eleven inch mahogany wand with a dragon heartstring, his wand was better suited for transfiguration." Ollivander said as he began looking around the shelves for a wand. He picked one up and gave it to Harry.

"Just give that a wave." He instructed.

Harry frowned but did end up accidentally destroying a vase.

"Probably not that one." Ollivander said dryly as he took the wand out of Harry's grasp before waving his own wand to repair the vase.

After an hour of trying different wands, Harry finally found a match. It was made of holly, eleven inches long, and contained a single feather from the tail of a phoenix. Mr Ollivander had been very surprised that Harry had been so compatible with this wand.

"Curious." he had said and not until Harry asked what was curious had Mr. Ollivander explained that the phoenix feather in Harry's wand had come from the same bird that had supplied the core of Lord Voldemort's.

He went out with a bewildered look.

'What the hell was that?' he thought. He saw Professor McGonagall standing outside with a beautiful snowy owl in a cage.

"Do you like it?" She asked.

"Yes." he said excitedly as he opened the cage. The owl hooted and jumped on his shoulder.

"I will soon give you a name. Okay, girl?" He asked as he petted her. She hooted and rubbed her plumage on his cheek affectionately.

"I don't need the cage. She will be allowed to roam free." he smiled.

Professor McGonagall nodded and shrinked the cage and put it in her pocket.

"Now you need to go home." she told him.

Harry was sitting alone in an empty compartment. He had told Hedwig to go to Hogwarts by herself so she didn't have to be cooped up in the train. He was wearing a green button-up shirt and jeans which while comfortable were still semi-formal. His black hair was swept to the side, covering his scar. He was reading a book about Wizarding culture. Thanks to that, he got to know what pure-blood, half-blood and muggle-born meant. Going by the book's logic, Harry was a halfblood.

It actually felt all stupid to him, but he needed to understand the world in which he was going in.

"Can we sit here?" Someone asked.

Harry looked up from the book to see two girls standing in the corridor. The girl who spoke had brown hair and hazel eyes while the girl standing beside her with a blank face had light blonde hair and dark eyes.

"Sure." he replied and went back to his book.

"I am Tracey Davis." the girl with the hazel eyes said. Harry sighed as he put the book aside. He was just reading up about the origins of the Statue or Secrecy as she interrupted.

He saw the blonde girl hiding a smile. She was pretty, he thought.

"I am Harry Potter." he introduced and as expected, they both looked at him surprised. "Nice to meet you."

"I am Daphne Greengrass. Nice to meet you too. Sorry for my friend. I know how it feels to be disturbed when you are reading something interesting." she said with a benign smile, remembering her little sister's tendency to nag her while she herself was reading some fiction.

Harry smiled back. He knew at the first sight that they were going to be the best of friends or at least hoped so.

"I am sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you." Tracey mumbled in a small embarrassed voice.

"Don't worry, Tracey. I was almost done with it. No harm done. So which house do you guys want to go to?" He tried to start a conversation. And it was hard with how unused he was to talking to anyone.

"I am fine with either Ravenclaw or Slytherin." Tracey began excitedly. "Although since I know Daphne wants to go to Slytherin, I guess I will end up there."

"Meaning, I am not going to get rid of you anytime soon?" Daphne asked with a smirk.

"Never." Tracey smiled and threw her one arm around her. Harry smiled at them. It must feel great to have a best friend.

"So what about you? Which house do you want to go to?" Daphne asked curiously.

"Hmm. Every house seems good to me, but I think I will go to Slytherin." he replied honestly. He knew himself enough to guess that. Daphne and Tracey again wore an expression of astonishment.

"Don't you want to go to Gryffindor, the place where your parents had been?" queried Daphne.

"I never knew them. I believe I am too different from them." Harry smiled politely. Daphne grimaced after realising her mistake.

Before she could say anything, the compartment door slammed open. A boy with blonde hair and haughty look strode inside. He scanned the room, his gaze stopping at Daphne.

"It is nice to meet you, Heir Greengrass. I am informed that our parents are discussing our betrothal." he said with childish excitement. Daphne just nodded. Her eyes and face were blank, devoid of emotions.

"Betrothal? Is that allowed here?" Harry asked, amazed that it was still going on in the wizarding world.

"A mudblood? You shouldn't sit with this scum." Draco sneered, unable to identify Harry because he didn't wear glasses and didn't have the thick lightning bolt scar. Daphne was trying to look neutral but her eyes were conveying her anger at the insult aimed at her new acquaintance.

"You don't know who he is. You would have been careful if you knew who he was." Tracey hissed, glaring at Draco.

"Shut up, half-blood. Whoever he is, he can't be better than Malfoy." Draco announced with arrogance. Daphne was just about to say something but was beaten to it by Harry.

"Hmm. A Malfoy?" Harry slowly stood up and sauntered towards Draco like a predator playing with its prey.

"Tell me, Malfoy, how will that name help you when I can just kill you with a single thought?" Harry asked in a cold voice.

He waved his arm in front of him and a golden mist, in the form of a hand, appeared before him. The hand clasped around Draco's neck and lifted him up.

Draco was now hanging off his neck, unable to breathe. Harry turned back and sat on his seat and opened his book. Draco's face was reddening and tears were rolling down his cheeks. His arms and legs were flailing and quivering. Harry ignored him and continued reading.

"HARRY!" Tracey and Daphne shrieked.

"Stop it, he will die." Daphne pleaded. Harry shrugged without turning his gaze as if it was inconsequential.

"You will be arrested if anything happens to him." Tracey cajoled when she realised that he didn't care if he killed someone.

'She is right. I should first understand this wizarding world before turning it upside down. I shouldn't start a fight even before entering this country.' Harry thought and released Draco who fell down on the floor, breathing heavily and rubbing his neck.

"Are you mad! You could have killed me! Wait until my father hears about it!" Draco yelled in mad rage. Harry raised his eyebrow and a red mist suddenly covered Draco who started screaming in pain. Harry released him immediately from his magic, torturing him just for a fraction of a second.

Draco was once again on the floor, twitching and spasming. He was sobbing out loud. His cries of pain and despair echoing in the compartment.

Harry kneeled in front of him. Draco looked at him with terrified eyes.

"There, there, little boy. Don't cry. I will not hurt you. For now." Harry patted his back and smiled innocently. Draco flinched at his touch and scampered away from the cabin. Harry returned to his seat and observed the girls who were huddled together.

They were looking scared.

"Don't worry, I don't hurt anyone without any reason and you haven't given me any yet." Harry said in a soft voice, not sure how truthful his own statement was and went back to reading, giving them the time to process what happened just then.

The 15 minutes of silence was broken by Tracey.

"What was all that?" she asked, gathering all her courage. Harry's eyes turned towards her. She flinched back, expecting him to harm her.

Harry sighed.

"I said I am not going to hurt you. Didn't I? As for what happened, I just showed Malfoy a demo of what I will do when someone belittles me. I have had enough of that. I now have the power to do anything I want and no one is allowed to look down on me." he said passionately.

Daphne and Tracey remained silent, not knowing what to say.

"What was that mist? First it was a golden hand and then it turned into a red mist." Daphne asked curiously. She had been mesmerised by it. She hadn't seen or heard anything like that before.

"That is my power. I discovered it. I release my magic which comes out as a golden mist. It turns into different colours according to the purpose of magic. The golden hand was just my magic coalesced into a hand. The red mist's purpose is to inflict tremendous pain. It stimulates every nerve in the body as if they were on fire." He finished with a proud smile.

Daphne and Tracey looked horrified.

"What did I do now?" Harry asked, sighing, exasperated.

"Your red mist sounds too similar to the Cruciatus curse. It is one of three Unforgivables." Daphne replied.

"Hmm. I have read about them. Using them is a one way ticket to Azkaban. No problem, I was going to keep my power a secret anyway. You mustn't tell anybody about my power." Harry ordered in a hard voice.

They both nodded hurriedly.

"I think we should change compartments. We are uncomfortable here. Can we go?" Tracey blurted out.

Daphne looked conflicted. One part of her agreed with Tracey while the other part of her wanted to stay with Harry. He surely won't hurt them. He had said that himself. And he was an interesting boy and the company of interesting people was always beneficial.

"You don't need my permission, Tracey. You are not my slaves. I understand how you must feel. I am not going to hurt you, but if you want to go, you can go." Harry said with a reassuring smile.

Tracey nodded and dragged Daphne out with her.

'I just scared my potential friends. I need to keep my anger in check.' Harry contemplated in disappointment. He pulled out another book from his bag.

It was about how to act like a proper pureblood heir.

'If betrothal agreements are still around then who knows what is allowed here, I need to learn all of these. Even if I don't believe in it, I am still the heir to the Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter. I need to learn this boring etiquette.'

After an hour, his compartment door was opened again.

Harry was staring at the girl. She seemed very familiar. She had blue dyed hair(who dyes their hair blue at an age of eleven? She was either stupid or stupid) and sapphire eyes. She was also staring at him, trying to recognise him. Another girl entered beside her. She had bushy brunette hair and warm brown eyes.

"Hey! Stop staring. Have you seen a toad here?" The blue haired girl asked rudely, breaking their staring contest.

"Don't be rude." the other girl gently admonished her.

Harry smirked. He stood up and went closer to the blue haired girl. He had definitely seen her.

Her sapphire eyes were unforgettable.

"Jasmine? What happened to your hair?" Harry asked the first question that popped into his mind. She was momentarily surprised before a small smile took over her face.

"Harry?" She asked tentatively. Harry nodded.

"Where did you go? I came the next day in the park to find you, but you were not there." Harry queried with his own smile, remembering how he had tried to find her with no success.

"We moved to another house." she said distractedly and went to sit on the seat in front of him.

"I am Jasmine Zinan. Though you already know my first name."

"I am Harry Potter."

"Come in, Hermione. We will take a break from searching." she said as she patted the seat beside her. Hermione sat with her.

"Hermione, this is Harry Potter. Harry, this is my best friend, Hermione Granger." she grinned at the blushing Hermione.

'Am I the only one who doesn't have a friend or knows someone beforehand?" Harry asked himself with a pout.

"Nice to meet you, Hermione." Harry gave her a smile.

"Nice to meet you too, Harry. I have read all about you. You are quite famous." she revealed, extending her hand.

Harry shook her hand.

"Oh! Those books. They are fiction by the way. I saw them in the bookstore the other day and was shocked."

"But the books were in the biography section. How can it be untrue?" She squeaked.

"Hermione?" Jasmine said, raising her blonde eyebrow.

'Hah! She forgot to dye her eyebrows.' He noted.

Hermione's cheeks reddened and she kept quiet.

"So what happened to your hair? Last time and only time I saw you, you had blonde hair." Harry said, pointing to her head.

"Just trying something different." she replied with forced nonchalance. Harry found the reason not compelling enough but didn't question her.

"You still get beaten up by your friends?" She joked.

"Nah! Those days are over. Tables have been turned." Harry said mysteriously. She arched her eyebrow in question.

"So you two know each other?" Harry asked them, trying to change the subject. He didn't need them to know about his cruel tendencies. One pair of girls already fled away. He didn't need a repeat.

"Yes. We live in the same neighbourhood." Hermione answered quickly, wanting to join the conversation.

"Two witches in the same neighbourhood. That must have been interesting." Harry wondered.

"Well, we didn't exactly know we were witches until the letter arrived." Hermione answered, confused. Harry turned to Jasmine and gave her a questioning look.

"I was a kid when I said that I was magical. I didn't totally believe myself. I didn't tell anyone until the letter arrived." She replied to his unasked question. Harry nodded in acceptance.

Hermione asked finally. "How do you two know each other?"

"We actually don't know each other. We just met once and she helped me." Harry responded. Jasmine rolled her eyes at that.

"I just gave you a bottle of water." Jasmine groaned. Harry just shrugged.

"So you are not Jasmine's boyfriend. You just ruined my expectations." Hermione grinned. Jasmine turned red and yelled.

"HERMIONE! I will make you pay for it."

Harry just watched them with an amused smile and a tiny bit of jealousy. 'I wish I also had a best friend.'

After yelling and getting her blush back in control, Jasmine stood up and started for the door. She cleared her throat awkwardly, trying to gain the previous rhythm.

"Goodbye, Harry. Will see you at Hogwarts. We need to find my friend's pet toad." she waved her hand in farewell and left the compartment.

"Bye, Harry." Hermione said as she followed Jasmine out. Harry waved back.

Harry was staring at the enchanted ceiling in wonder. It was a wonderful piece of magic. It was beautiful magic. Useless but beautiful. Professor McGonagall picked up the hat with one hand and held a scroll in her other hand.

"When I call your name, you will come up here and sit down on the stool, I will then place this hat on your head. You will be sorted into a house, and once that is done you will go and join your house. Let us begin. Hannah Abbot." Professor McGonagall called, a nervous looking girl with blonde hair slowly walked forwards and sat on the stool. The Professor placed the hat on her head.

"HUFFLEPUFF!" The hat shouted a few seconds later. Professor McGonagall removed the hat and allowed the girl to happily walk to the Hufflepuff table.

Daphne and Tracey were sorted into Slytherin house along with Malfoy and the two boys that Harry was pretty sure were his bodyguards. Harry saw Hermione get sorted into Gryffindor. Eventually, Harry was called up. Harry walked up towards the stool and sat down. He barely was able to see the hall staring at him before the hat was placed on his head.

"Interesting, Mr. Potter. You have found a totally unprecedented way to use your magic." Harry heard a voice inside his head.

"Hmm, so you are a talking hat. Amusing. Well, thanks for the compliment. I am trying to be the best in this world so it is natural that I have to find new ways to do things." Harry said with pride.

The hat chuckled in response.

"You are totally a Slytherin. Cunning, ruthless, prideful. I wish you luck, Mr. Potter. Better be…"

"SLYTHERIN!" The hat yelled. Harry took off the hat from his head and put it on the stool. Then he went to the Slytherin table and sat in front of Daphne and Tracey. They gave him a nervous smile. Harry repressed his urge to roll his eyes at their fear. Then he scanned the entire hall and saw that he was being stared at and the silence was still unbroken.

"Tch, come on people, don't you have things to do?" Harry grumbled in a bored tone with a touch of annoyance. This broke the silence and the sorting continued. The last boy joining the Slytherin was Blaise Zabini. Jasmine Zinan was the last student to be sorted. Just as the Hat touched her head, it announced her to be Gryffindor.

After that, Headmaster Dumbledore gave some stupid insignificant speech about dangers of forest and possible chance of dying horrible death in the room in third corridor.

Harry observed the others in the meanwhile. Jasmine and Hermione were chatting happily and making friends. Daphne and Tracey were whispering to each other. Draco Malfoy was glaring at him. A teacher in full black regalia with a long nose and sleek black hair was also glaring at him.

Harry ignored them and started eating as food suddenly appeared in front of him on the table. After eating, they were led to the Slytherin common room by a prefect.

That night, Harry felt very lonely. No one tried to talk to him. People were looking at him with distrust and anger. Daphne and Tracey started to say something, but were ushered to the girls dormitory.

Harry was happy that he wouldn't have to share a room and also a bit disappointed that it would make him more lonely.

He was lying on the bed as he glared at the ceiling.

"Stupid little Harry wants to make stupid little friends." Harry hissed at himself.

"I don't need anyone. They all are inferior to me. I can kill them with a single thought. They are just so weak. Everyone is weak. I don't need any of them, ultimately they will need me and it will be upto me to accept their friendship."

He raised his arm in front of his eyes and closed his fingers into a fist.

"I will be the greatest, I will be the immortal wizard." he whispered and went to sleep, not knowing where the thought of becoming immortal came from.