Fred Weasley Love Story
"Mom, I'm nervous…" I said looking down at my feet. You see, today is my first day of school. And it's not just any school, it's Hogwarts: School of witchcraft and wizardry.
My name is Aria Norman, and I am from America. Yes, America. This place, England to be exact, is foreign to me, which makes this change even more difficult than it needs to be. I am 13 years old, starting in my 2nd year. I've been taught in the Canadian School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but it burnt to the ground. My Potions partner and I had an…accident.
"Ari, you have nothing to worry about. You'll make new friends and have a blast. I promise. I am so proud of you." I looked up at her. Her green eyes twinkled. "Thanks." I mumbled.
I have trouble making new friends. I'm terribly shy when it comes to those kinds of things. I tried to swiftly maneuver my cart around the busy train station, but it didn't work out too well.
I crashed into another person…with another cart just like mine. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" I said to the boy. "No problem, we're just lucky that nothing was damaged, eh?" he said. He smiled. I let out a sigh of relief.
He had raven black hair, and emerald green eyes that were covered by thick bifocals. He had a peculiar looking scar on his forehead, but it was barely noticeable because his shaggy hair covered it.
"Okay, thanks. Again I am so sorry. I'm Aria Norman." I stuck my hand out at him. "Harry Potter." He took my hand firmly. "Ari?" I heard my name. I looked back and saw my mom. "Hey, over here!" I yelled, waving my arms franticly. I looked back to Harry to see him chuckling. I had showed my spastic-ness. "Oh, um…sorry." I said, flushing. "It's alright. Would you like to sit with me and my friends?" He said pointing in another direction. I saw a red-headed boy, surrounded by his family. Also red-heads, and a girl with unruly curly hair.
"Sure, what year are you?" I asked him. "Second," he told me. "Don't worry, I'll show you around." He chuckled. He was no older than 13 himself then. "Ari." My mom huffed. "Did you run all the way over here?" I laughed. "No, I got lost in the crowd." She smiled.
"Oh, who's this?" "Mom, this is Harry. Harry, this is my mom." I said. "Nice to meet you." He told her. "Well, I'm just glad she made a friend so early." My mom flashed a smile. "Harry! Harry!" We all looked around until we saw the eldest red-headed woman motioning for him to go over to where she was.
"Oh, I have to go. Want to come?" He asked me. I looked at my mom. "Are you coming?" "Would you really expect me not to go see my daughter off to a wizarding boarding school?" She looked at me as if I were stupid. I just laughed and walked off into the direction of where Harry went off to. My mom followed. When we reached them, they where all standing in front of a brick pillar. "Alright, this is it. Percy, you go first."
The red-headed mother said. I looked over to where she was looking. A boy, about the age of 16, no older stepped up. He held his cart firmly. "That's right, nice and firm now. Grip tight, and…GO!" She yelled.
He ran straight for the wall. "What the hell?" I said. The red-head closest to me looked down. "That's what I said the first time. Fred Weasley." He stuck his hand out. "Aria Norman." I said taking it. He had a very warm hand. I looked back to the other brother and saw that he went straight through the SOILD brick wall. "OH MY GOD!" I yelled. His bright blue eyes shined as he smiled at me. "You're American?" He asked me. "Yes sir, and proud of it." I said dazed, yet boastfully. He just chuckled.
"And who do we have here?" I heard another voice behind me. I looked back and saw another Fred. "Really?! Twins?" I said. "Why yes puppet, and you are exceptionally cute." The second one said. "Umm…" I said awkwardly. Fred laughed. "That's George. My bad half." He told me.
I smiled. "Oh I'm sure." "Come, come. Oh, hello there. Molly Weasley." The woman smiled and pulled me into a hug. I hesitantly hugged back. "Aria, this is my mum." Fred said. "Yeah, she can't even tell us apart." George said smugly.
"Oh, yes I can. You're George." She said. "No, I'm Fred." He squealed. "And I'm George!" The other said. "Okay, my brain hurts." I said. I started to rub my temples. "Oh, don't worry love." One put his arm around me. "You'll get used to it." The other said.
He grabbed his cart and started for the wall as well. I'm guessing that one was George. I looked over at Harry. "So, this is what I have to expect?" I said to him. "I guess…" He sighed. I laughed slightly.
"Hello, I'm Hermione." I turned and saw the girl with the really curly hair. "Hi, I'm Aria" We shook hands. I could tell we'd get along. She wasn't one of those ditzy blonde girls. (No offense to blondes.)
She had intelligence. "Ron Weasley." Another one of the red-heads came up to me. "Aria Norman. I'm starting to get whiplash from all the names." I laughed. Fred smiled down at me. "Don't worry. It gets better."
"Really?" I asked hopefully. "No." He said, deadpanned. I started to laugh hysterically. "Well my lady, you ready?" He asked me. "Not really…" I said. "Too bad." He laughed and started for the wall. When he went through to the other side, I braced myself. "Come, come." Mrs. Weasley said. With my mom right behind me, we started for the wall also.