AN and Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of that jazz…please don't sue me!! I've been thinking about this story for a bit, so hopefully it will turn out how I want it to. So enjoy!! The story starts off in the third year…

Chapter One:

Harry wearily walked into Professor McGonagall's office. She had pulled him out of potions class, much to his delight, but her demeanor the entire walk to her office, was what worried him.

"Sit Potter," she said, moving behind her desk. She sat down as well.

Harry quickly sat down and waited for whatever it was that she had to tell him. After a few tense seconds, she spoke up.

"There's been an accident," she softly said.

Harry looked at her blankly for a second. "What do you mean, professor?"

"Your aunt and uncle were killed in a car accident."

It took a second for everything to sink in. he might had wished that the Dursleys weren't related to him at times, but nothing like this.

"I know this is a lot, especially with the term just beginning," McGonagall said.

Harry nodded. "Um, Professor what about my cousin?"

"That's the other thing," McGonagall said. "He will be attending Hogwarts starting next week."

"How?" he asked confused. "He's a muggle!"

"This was Professor Dumbledore's decision," McGonagall said sighing. "But he will be placed in Gryffindor with you. I know this will be difficult, but please make the best of it."

Harry nodded as he stood back up and left McGonagall's office.

All the way back to potions, Harry couldn't help but think of what his friends would say about Dudley attending school with them. Or what Malfoy would do to taunt him.

This year was turning out to be more then he had expected. He had blown up his aunt, ran away from the Dursleys, passed out due to a Dementor, found out that a psycho killer was trying to find him and kill him, then to top it all off his cousin was now going to be going to school with him.

This wasn't his year at all. And school had only been in session for three days.