During Harry's first year at Hogwarts Dumbledore insists that Harry go home for Christmas. Things don't go as he plans. Will Harry meet someone he doesn't expect that can help him home?
Harry sat alone in the cold winter night on the side of the road with nothing but the clothes on his back. He didn't even have his coat. Hs Uncle had seen to that.
Harry sighed and sat down on a near by bench trying to figure out what to do. His relatives had dumped him here soon after they had picked him up from the train. The Headmaster had thought that they would want to see him for Christmas, he was very wrong.
Snow started to fall gently on Harry and the young boy wrapped his arms around himself. He needed to find somewhere warm to go first and then he could think of what to do later. With that thought Harry got up still with his arms wrapped around his body and started to walk to the near by town. He hoped that there was a coffee shop or something he could crash in for a bit.