"Hurry up, boy!" Uncle Vernon yelled from the driveway.

Harry finished zipping up his bag and looked around his cupboard. The small dusty room was painful to look back on, so he left it quickly, slinging his luggage onto his shoulders and exiting the house.

To say the drive to Hogwarts was long would be an understatement. Vernon and Petunia had big, sickly smiles on their faces. Dudley just looked confused and agitated.

"When will we get there?" he whined pathetically, leaning his head against the window and pouting. Petunia took pity on him.

"We're nearly there, poppet, don't you worry," she reassured him. "Just five more minutes."

Harry nervously bounced his leg and stared out the window at the darkening sky outside. He wondered if life in Hogwarts would be better than the sad and pathetic tragedy he had to live through every day with the Dursleys.

"We're here, boy!"

Harry snapped out of his daze and looked at the large building in front of them. He gulped.

It was big. It was larger than any building Harry had seen before. How many people were even in there?

"Out you get!" Vernon said impatiently. Harry hurriedly opened the car and stepped out into the parking lot. His aunt and uncle shoved his bags into his arms and rushed him towards the reception. The lady sitting behind the desk looked bored, glancing between the four of them with disinterest.

"So it's you two, then, is it?" she asked, gesturing to Harry and Dudley before looking down at her papers.

Petunia gasped, horrified, and clutched Dudley closer to her. "No! It's just him!" she pointed towards Harry. The lady ignored his aunt's little outburst and merely nodded.

"Harry Potter, right?" she asked, looking down at his picture. He nodded. She handed him a key with a number on it.

"That's your dorm room," she explained. "You'll be sharing with someone, by the way."

He nodded again in acknowledgment, and the lady carried on with her own business. The Dursleys didn't even look at Harry as they left the building, and honestly, he didn't give a fuck. Grabbing a map from the desk, he started his journey around the school to find his dorm.

Five minutes in, he regretted ever thinking he could find his way around this building without a guide. The halls were empty, and he couldn't help but feel so alone. He walked and walked for what felt like ages until he suddenly bumped into a tall, dark figure.

"What are you doing out of your room?" it drawled. Harry hurriedly stumbled to his feet.

"I'm looking for my dorm," he explained, thankful he had found someone to help. The man was unusual, though. Long, black, and greasy locks and a permanent sneer on his face. "I'm new."

The man took his key and stared at it before handing it back to him. "Come along. Don't dawdle."

Harry followed him eagerly. When they arrived in front of door number 103, Harry turned to thank his savior.

"Thanks so much, sir," he said genuinely, smiling gratefully at the man. "I'm sorry if I wasted any of your time."

The man merely stared at him before taking off, his black tailcoat flying out a little behind him.

Harry unlocked the room to his dorm and immediately covered his eyes at the sight he saw. "My eyes! My poor, innocent eyes!"

On the bed were a boy and a girl getting handsy. Quite handsy! They quickly jumped apart and started to pick up discarded clothing.

"What's wrong with you," the girl said, annoyed. "Don't you know how to knock?"

She had bushy brown hair and big brown eyes. Harry huffed a breath. "This is my dorm. I didn't know I'd have to see free porn when I walked in. Unwanted porn, for that matter!"

The girl glared at him and quickly left, slamming the door shut behind her.

The ginger-haired boy on the bed quickly got up. "Sorry about her. It was our first night alone in weeks, since my old roommate left, and we wanted to-"

"Right. Okay. Spare me the details, buddy," Harry said, bringing his stuff into the room and sitting down on the spare bed.

The ginger watched him intently. "I'm Ron, by the way. What's your name?"

"Harry," the brunet replied, wanting very much to leave the room.

"Have you gotten your timetable yet?" Ron asked, sitting back down on the bed.

Harry shook his head dumbly. How would he get one? Would he have to go down and ask, or would someone bring it for him?

Ron rubbed his chin. "They're supposed to give them at the front desk."

Harry fidgeted a little. What was the point of this conversation? He got off the bed and started opening his bags and taking out his clothes. Ron looked at him in confusion.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Unpacking," Harry said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. His roommate nodded his head slowly and made to leave the room.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked.

"Leaving," Ron said. "Duh."

"You're allowed?" Harry inquired, cocking his head to the side. Ron laughed and shook his head.

"Of course not! But that won't stop me from seeing my girlfriend." and then he was gone. Harry sighed, folding his shirt and putting it inside the too-big closet. He willed himself not to think about anything he had seen so far and keep packing because this school was too bizarre for words.

The following morning, he asked Ron to help Harry get to the front desk to get his new timetable. The ginger agreed and, to his delight, found that he and Harry shared the same class. On the way, their, Ron explained the basic school rules and system to Harry.

"The teachers here aren't as scary as you think. Some are stricter than others, but on the whole they're pretty cool. But don't ever mess with someone like Snape or McGonagall, or you'll get detention for a week. Trust me, I'd know."

"You don't ask why others are here unless they tell you. It's just plain sense. I'm sure you don't want to tell me right now why you're here. Everyone else practically feels the same."

They stopped outside of the classroom, and Ron held the door open for Harry. Walking inside, Harry nearly gasped in awe. The classroom was huge. Huge! It was like something out of an old movie with the ridiculously-sized kitchens and ballrooms. Hogwarts felt like a fucking castle.

Right now, Harry had to figure out how to survive the lesson. And he couldn't decide if the fact that the hooked-nose man from yesterday was the teacher was a good or bad thing.

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