Henry Peters and the „no, I am not Harry Potter“
When Henry arrives at the platform he garners some attention, though he doesn’t notice in the business of the station. He finds an empty compartment to sit in.
As the train moves through the country side, is the compartment door shoved open by a blond boy who is flanked by two bigger boys.
„So it’s true what they say Harry Potter come to Hogwarts“ says the blond boy.
„My name is Henry P….“
„But, the books said Harry!“
„You must be confusing me with someone else, my name isn’t Harry Potter and there are no books written about me“ Henry states.
„You‘re lying. There on your trunk, HP for Harry Potter,“ the blond exclaims.
„No, HP for Henry Peters“
[Angry exclamation] „My father will hear about this“ shouts the blond and slams the compartment door shut behind him.
Henry settles, a little confused, into a calm ride to school. Little does he know that he has seven long years ahead of him. And that letting that dumb hat sort him into Gryffindor with that lunatic Potter was the worst thing that could have happened to him.