Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. If I did, certain events in Deathly Hallows not have happened…

A/N: I love reading any fics about Harry in primary school, but sadly there are very few on this site. So I've decided to write one of my own. I'm using the primary school system I grew up with and I'm pretty sure it's the same as the rest of England, so it should be accurate. This fic will be about Harry's last year of primary school so I'll be trying to incorporate all the events mentioned in Philosophers Stone and major points in the year like secondary school applications, and (of course!) events like Christmas. Enjoy!

"Boy? Boy, get up now! I need you to look after my Diddy's breakfast. He needs all his energy for school!"

Ten year old Harry Potter sat up with a groan. After nearly two months of running away from Dudley and his gang, he was going back for his last year at primary school. He wasn't looking forward to it. The only difference from the summer holidays was that he would have almost thirty kids teasing him, instead of just five.

Although, he thought as he pulled on his oversized uniform ("you'll grow into it!" Aunt Petunia had said), compared to the bruises Dudley had given him this summer, the teasing wasn't really that bad.

Harry pushed open the door to his cupboard, and brushed a couple of spiders off his jumper as he made his way into the kitchen.

Neither his cousin nor his uncle, who was engrossed in the newspaper, gave any sign of noticing his presence. Aunt Petunia scowled at him and pointed to the frying pan.

"Don't burn the bacon." She snapped at him. Her lips were even thinner than usual as she glared at him.

His wife's voice diverted Uncle Vernon's attention from the paper and he glanced up at Harry.

"Comb your hair!" he barked at Harry. "You only had it cut last week! It's unnatural for it to grow so quickly." He shot a sideways glance at Aunt Petunia, who sniffed.

"He looks more like that horrible boy every day." She remarked to Uncle Vernon, apparently thinking Harry couldn't hear her. Harry frowned. He couldn't think of anyone he had ever met that looked like him. So who was his aunt talking about?

He was distracted from his thoughts as the bacon crackled in the pan behind him. He picked it up and moved to put it on Dudley's plate.

"Thanks, freak." Dudley stuck his foot out as Harry turned away and sniggered as he stumbled over it, grazing his arm against the table. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia didn't seem to notice.

Harry picked himself up, placed the pan back on the cooker and walked quietly out of the room, rubbing his sore elbow. Glancing up at the clock, he saw it was already half past eight. Panicking, as he only had twenty minutes to get to school, Harry pulled on his scuffed shoes, grabbed his battered rucksack and ran out the door.

He made his way down the quiet streets of the town, occasionally glimpsing children in the same uniform as him, and sometimes even big children dressed in grey uniforms from the local comprehensive, Stonewall High.

Harry turned down Wisteria Walk five minutes later, and waved to old cat-loving Mrs. Figg, who always seemed to be watching him from her window when he walked past for school. He grinned as he spotted the tabby on her knee.

The primary school was on the next street, Magnolia Crescent. Harry could already hear the sounds of children screaming and laughing in the playground before school started. Realizing that he wasn't going to be late after all, Harry slowed down, feeling the nervous knot in his stomach increase at the thought of seeing his classmates again.

He watched the cars drove past him, filled with parents dropping their children off at school. He sighed as he spotted Dudley being driven past him by Aunt Petunia, his fat face pressed gleefully against the window. Small kids and their mothers walked by him, and Harry saw some of his classmates from last years, as well as a few new faces. The day seemed to brighten slightly. Perhaps he could make friends with them before they heard all the nasty rumours about him. Him and his scar.

He heard one of the teachers blow a whistle and all the children trooped inside, chatting happily. Harry kept his head low as he walked along the corridors, heading for the Year Six classroom. There was a new teacher this year, and everyone surrounding Harry was discussing what he or she would be like. No one paid attention to Harry.

Inside the classroom, the tables had been arranged so that people were sitting in groups of four. There were little cards propped up by each seat, each one with someone's name on.

By the time Harry had found his seat, the other three people on his table were already there. There was a shy but nice looking new boy, who gave him a small smile, and a girl called Judith next to him, who ignored him completely and moaned to her friends on the next table about how she had to sit next to a load of boys.

But it was with a sinking heart that Harry recognised the last occupant of the table. Piers Polkiss, Dudley's second in command, was sitting opposite him, a smug smirk on his face.

Harry sat down, pretending not to notice Piers' gaze. He slung his hand-me-down bag under the desk, as they hadn't been assigned places in the cloakroom yet, and smiled shyly back at the new boy.

For some reason – perhaps the thought of Harry actually having friends – this seemed to infuriate Piers further and he opened his mouth to speak. But before he could say anything, the Year Six teacher arrived in the room and called for quiet. Everyone turned around to face her.

She was quite young. Maybe around thirty, Harry thought, although he wasn't very good at guessing ages. She had dark hair and a friendly smile.

"Hello, everyone. My name is Mrs. Blake. Welcome back for your last year here before you all leave for secondary school. Year six is very important for your future, so I'd like everyone to try hard and help each other as much as you can…"

Harry momentarily stopped listening to the teacher's speech as he noticed Dudley smirking at Piers and the rest of his gang from the other side of the classroom. He sunk down lower in his seat, not noticing the new boy's curious glance.

"…we have to go to assembly in a few minutes and afterwards I'll start trying to learn all your names. But as we have two new students with us, perhaps they'd like to introduce themselves to the rest of you first?"

Harry turned around as the first new student stood up. She was sitting on the other side of the room, on a table made up of girls, two of whom were Judith's friends. Judith scowled at her as she stood up.

"Um, my name is Laura Macintosh, and I just moved here from Southampton."

Mrs. Blake smiled at her. "Thank you, Laura."

The girl sat down and Judith's friends smiled at her. One of them gave her a thumbs up. The other girl on the table rolled her eyes as she pushed her light red, almost orange hair behind her eyes. Harry sat up a little. Anne Thornton and her best friends were always useful to have in class. They were constantly arguing with Dudley, which meant Harry didn't normally get beaten up that day.

The teacher wheeled round and she gestured for the boy on Harry's table to speak.

He stood up slowly and smiled at the rest of the class, absently stretching his freckled nose. "My name is Charles, but everyone except my nana calls Charlie. I like to play football."

"Thanks, Charlie." Mrs. Blake checked her watch and gasped in surprise. "Come along, everybody, we don't want to be late for assembly on the first day!"

Harry sat alone on a neglected bench in the corner of the playground. Most of the students had school dinners, so they were still inside in the dinner hall. Harry brought packed lunches which they were allowed to eat outside. He considered this a blessing as it meant he didn't have to put up with the embarrassment of having no one to sit next to.

It hadn't been a bad morning, he thought. After assembly, everyone had introduced themselves to Mrs. Blake, and even though Dudley's gang and a few of the other boys had sniggered as he stood up, they hadn't done it too loudly. The rest of the morning had been spent giving out books and assigning people places in the cloakroom, so Dudley had only managed to trip him up twice. No. Not bad at all.

He unzipped his lunchbox, that had once belonged to Dudley, and pulled out a squashed, slightly dry sandwich, that had probably also been leftover from Dudley's back to school tea. Sighing, he bit into it.

A shadow fell over him and he glanced up. The new boy, Charlie, was standing above him, grinning widely.

"Hello!" he said brightly to Harry.

"Hello," replied Harry quietly.

The boy's grin faded slightly. "You're Harry, right?"

Harry frowned up at him, puzzled. "How did you know that?" he asked.

Charlie grinned again and sat down at the other end of the bench. He had short hair that stuck up nearly as bad as Harry's did.

"I wondered were you were, so I asked Anne. She said that you usually ate out here when the weather's good."

"Oh." Harry said. They collapsed in an awkward silence. Harry was quite pleased that Charlie seemed to want to be his friend, but he couldn't think of a thing to say. Instead, he pretended he was fascinated by the Year Six boys who had finished lunch and had started up a game of football on the sports field.

"Sooo…" Charlie said. Then he noticed the direction of Harry's gaze, and his chubby face brightened. "Do you like football?"

"Um…not really."


Charlie slumped back against the bench and fidgeted for a couple of minutes. It was obvious that he was trying to think up something else to break the silence.

A couple of minutes passed in uncomfortable quiet, and Harry ate some more of his sandwich, for want of something to do. Then one of their classmates, Adam, jogged up.

"Hey, new boy," he said to Charlie, who looked up inquisitively. "Do you like football?"

"Yes…" said Charlie, resolutely not looking at Harry.

"Well, will you play for us? We're a player short."

Charlie gave one of his grins. "Ok! Harry, are you sure you don't want to play too? It'll be fun!"

Adam looked down, as if only just realizing that Harry was there. A sneer appeared on his face.

"Um," said Harry, flicking a questioning look at Adam, who glowered back him.

"Don't worry, Harry, I wouldn't want you to play if you were the last person on earth." He said viciously. Charlie blinked, confused.

"what's wrong with-" he began, but Adam interrupted.

"Do you want to play with us or not?"

"Of course I do!"

And without another glance at Harry, both of them ran off towards the field.

Harry put his sandwich down. He could feel tears prickling at the corners of his eyes and blinked furiously. It was bad enough that he couldn't think of a single thing to say to the new boy, who had actually been nice to him. He was not going to make it worse by crying!

"Don't worry about him." Said a quiet voice. He looked up to see Anne standing there. She put a friendly hand on his shoulder. "Its your cousin I'd worry about."

She pointed across the playground, where Dudley and his gang were standing, looking at him menacingly.

Harry sighed, and changed his mind. No matter how well the morning had gone, today was definitely going to be a bad day.

Please review! I'd love it know what people think about primary school fics.