2 Hogwarts

You know I had a small hope that my luck would get better once I enter the train. It did not.

The first thing was that I was alone in my compartment and nobody joined me. Everyone had already formed their groups and my brother had already left me to try and meet some important characters. Me being the loner I was the past 11 years plus countless uncounted years the previous life did what I always did. I took a book and started reading.

I didn't think things could get worse. It did. Bet none of you were surprised.

Turns out Draco Malfoy saw me with my brother and believed me to be an easy target.

Now I would love to tell you how I whipped out my wand and took them all down but reality was quite different. When three people force their way into your compartment the first thing you would do is not to go for your wand but to try and run. Unfortunately Crabbe and Goyle caught me. They took turns punching me and doing their best to cause as much pain as possible.

How could this get any worse. And that is when my brother turns up with the golden trio. He quickly unleashes stunning spells and they slump down.

"What did you do?" Hermione yelled, "You will be expelled for fighting."

Ron replied, "Relax, I bet its this Malfoy's fault. I know all about their family. My father told me that they followed You-Know-Who."

"We were searching for Neville's toad." Mike said, "Good thing that we heard the scuffle. Are you alright."

I simply took my bag, grabbed my book and went looking for another compartment without saying a word. Beaten and humiliated. I had previously deemed some rituals too dark but right now they look so tempting. I will get revenge Malfoy, just wait and watch.

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As we got down from the train, we saw Hagrid yelling, "First years follow me! TO ME FIRST YEARS!" God he has such a loud voice.

We followed him as he went towards the boats. Hagrid was so huge that he took the entire boat for himself. Thank god for magic, I don't think any piece of wood can handle the giant.

I got into the boat along with three boys who all seemed very interested in discussing about any news they managed to get about Hogwarts.

"You know I heard someone say that their sibling told them about the sorting. Apparently they used trolls as a test and depending on how you do, you get sorted." Terry Boot said.

Michael Connor replied to that," No way that is true or half the students attending Hogwarts would be mincemeat."

Neville winced at that and stuttered, "I-I hope there's no troll. I d-d-didn't learn any spells."

"I don't think spells would even scratch it." Connor said, "I mean, they do have high resistance to magic right? And even if they weren't resistant the most we could do is use some weak spells and send sparks at it."

Just when Terry was about to reply we went through a bend and arrived to see the castle in its glory.

Have you ever been to a fort or a castle? It usually seems fun but when you enter it, it seems...lacking. Feels like it lacks the life it did during the medieval times and all that is left are the crumbling wars that stood for decades.

Hogwarts was totally different. I could literally feel the magic and life pulsing from it. As the initial awe slowly disappeared, I felt a soft warm felling come into me. It felt like I was finally home.

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Inside the hallway Hagrid handed us over to Professor Mcgonagall. She gave a short speech about our behaviour and took us into the Great Hall.

It looked exactly like in the books. It was packed full of older students who did not bother speaking softly. The Great Hall was lit up by hundreds of candles that were floating through air. The ceiling was transparent and felt like I was looking at all the stars of the Milky way at the same time.

The teaching faculty were all seated on the high table and at the center was Dumbledore smiling at us.

And there it was, a sorting hat sitting in the middle of the room waiting for all of us to be sorted. Once all of us lined up it started singing. Horribly might I add.

How can a hat singing for thousands of years be so bad. Must be because he sang once a year with zero practice seeing that he is locked up for so long in the Headmaster's office.

Professor McGonagall stepped forward once the song was over," When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted."

"Abbot, Hannah"

"HUFFLEPUFF"

"Bones, Susan"

"HUFFLEPUFF"

It went on until, "Damarius, Leo"

I walked towards the stool and put on the hat. I was expecting a long conversation between me and the sorting hat about how I have managed to get a second life. But all I got was "Interesting. Neither Brave nor hard-working. You do not pusue knowledge for its worth. Personality wise you have no big ambitions though yes... yes I can see a spark of it. It will be tough though it will help bring out your best"

Before I could respond he shouted out, "SLYTHERIN"

My life just became much hell.

I moved towards the end of the Slytherin table and did my best to ignore the frowning faces. Dumbledore was staring at me and that rung several bells in my head. An orphan being sorted into Slytherin was most definitely not a frequent occurrence. Especially if the heritage was more likely to be a muggleborn seeing that it was located very far from any magical area.

The sorting continued and my brother was sorted into Ravenclaw. Soon the sorting came to an end and the feast began. The unease in my stomach continued to build. I even saw Draco leaning in to the Slytherin prefects ear and whisper something that shifted his attention to me. He soon spread the word and now everyone on the table were glaring at me. Little bastard must have told them about me being a muggleborn.

Most of those who entered Slytherin were taught since a young age to hate muggles. Others changed their viewpoint after staying with them within the same walls for years at a time. This house is literally a breeding ground for pure blood supremacists and I the rat just wandered into a nest full of snakes.

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It has been a week since classes started and I am reaching my endpoint. Everyone were pretty vocal about how they felt about me. At first they started stealing my stuff. Things got worse very quickly when Flint took out his anger out on me.

Since then anybody who wants to take out stress simply comes to me and throw a punch or two. If I try to resist they start slinging spells.

They do the absolute best to make my life miserable. I could try and report them to the teachers but they have already covered that. According to the rumours I am an obnoxious person who believes himself to be the best. Apparently I try to order around everyone from the house.

That combined with my poor attendance and bad performance means that most teachers believe them. They wouldn't even listen when I said that someone had stuck my hand to the wall with a spell.

Every single person in Hogwarts disliked me. Some of the other house even asked me to stop complaining about everything.

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"You don't deserve staying in our house mudblood. Hope you learn from this lesson and never return." Someone sneered.

They had beaten me for the entire night, this time with blunt weapons. They had burnt all my possessions and hung me in the great hall naked. I couldn't move even if I tried. They made me drink a potion of poorly brewed sleepless draught.

I tried to scream but no sound came. So I waited thinking about my greatest regret; choosing to come to this world.

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The next day rolled by and the Hufflepuff were the first to come by. One look at my condition and people were scrambling around. Flitwick came from behind and quickly broke my bonds. I slumped forward onto the table completely exhausted. Just before I lost my consciousness I saw the Headmaster rushing towards me.

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I woke up in an unfamiliar setting with a figure hovering above me.

"You woke up. Thank goodness I thought you would never wake up."

I tried to sit up, "W-w-what happened?" I asked softly.

"Don't try to sit" she admonished, "You were asleep for about 3 weeks. They wanted to send you to St. Mungo but luckily Snape was able to reverse the effects of that spoilt potion."

"What h-happened to those who did this to me?"

She frowned at that, "They got a year's worth of detention and letters were sent to their parents."

"That's it? A slap in the wrist and everything is alright? I was bullied for a week and nobody believed me due to the rumours and now after that.... night all I get is this!"

"Now young man, stop stressing yourself. There's nothing you could do. The board of directors themselves took care of the punishment." Madam Pomfrey said.

"Which is owned by the father of these fuckers!"

"I don't want to hear such vulgarities from your mouth. It's best for you to relax and let the potion completely drain from your system. Now be quiet, I have other patients to heal."

She quickly left me to my thoughts after that.

You know when I first accepted the chance, all I wanted was the chance to experience magic but now I just want my previous life back. A life of being lost in others story and enjoying their triumph against their ultimate enemy.

Now... now all I want is to watch them suffer. They took everything from me. My dignity, my measly possessions, my wonder towards magic and most importantly they almost took my life. That's when I realized something. I am afraid of death.

I am not afraid of dying itself but afraid of what comes after it. So this must be what Voldemort felt. That's when Quirrell aka Voldemort came in.

"How do you feel?" he asked without a stutter. I am speaking to Voldemort, not Quirrell.

"I am fine.... Lord Voldemort."

His eyes widened a fraction, "I beg your pardon, can you repeat what you just said?"

"Lord Voldemort. I know about you. I saw a version of your fate if I was nevver to be born."

"An actual seer. No wonder legilimency was painful to cast. Seer's brain tends to be very jumbled and random. You tend to be unable to find anything apart from a headache." He smiled touching his wand.

"Your greatest fear is death right? I can help you. You die within a couple of years if you do not take my help." I said.

He replied, "I have taken several steps to protect against my demise. They can try but I will nev-"

"Horcruxes right?" seeing his shocked reply, I said," They will be destroyed. I saw more of Harry Potter's fate than yours. He will win if you continue like this. My brother also knows this. That's why he is staying close to him."

"He was merely lucky." He said angrily, "Once I get my original body I will be victorious. I just need to kill you and you brother."

"Fate works in mysterious ways. While our sight is limited to one possibility we get the ability to shift fate. Give me a chance and I will help you."

"And what would you expect in return?"

"Revenge and the position of one of your commanders. I want an oath using your magic stating that I will help you to the best of my ability and in return you will provide me protection."

He stared into my eyes but I didn't back down. "Fine boy, I accept."

We bound our oath using Quirrell's magic and thus the most dangerous revolution began.