Author's note: I am unsure of what to call each chapter of this story, as they vary in length. Most will be relatively short, as this one is, but a few will be longer. The first four chapters show a forecast of future classmates, including Ron, Hermione, Neville, and Draco. I hope you enjoy this story!
Disclaimer: I do not own the proper nouns in this story! If it is capitalized, it is probably not mine.
Ron Weasley
After an embarrassing trip through Diagon Alley, (why couldn't he have new robes, like Percy?) Ron sat miserably at the kitchen table. Pushing his potatoes around a cracked plate, he was merely a shadow behind Percy the Prefect. A dull buzz filled his ears as his brother droned on. Even Scabbers, the rat Percy had just given him (since he received a new owl), was snoring peacefully. It took him several moments to realize he was being addressed, for a change.
"Ronald!" His mother snapped angrily, waking him from his stupor. "Were you listening at all?" He did not respond, making the answer clear. "Your mother was simply saying that she thinks Harry Potter will be in your class," his father put in quickly, to avoid an argument. "Oh really? Well that's just…bloody fantastic," Ron replied moodily. He had yet another person to compete with in life. "Ronald!" his mother scolded, "Watch your mouth!" Fred and George grinned wickedly. "Mum, your ickle Ronniekins can't be using that language around the famous Harry Potter," one said, "But don't worry, we'll keep him in line," the other assured. His mother glared at the twins, but added to Ron, "Do be nice to the boy, Ron, he's been through a lot."
As Fred and George started to bicker with Percy over some stupid thing or another, Ron frowned at his potatoes. Why must I always be overshadowed by someone? Couldn't stupid Harry Potter be in a different year? But he also felt a thrill of excitement. I am going to meet the Boy Who Lived!