Revenge Of The Mis-Fits A Ron Weasley Story

It was a beautiful, sunny, September day. The sky was crystal clear, and large, white, puffy cotton ball clouds filled the sky. The sun shone down warmly on all, happy to share it's glistening kind rays. Yeah right.

BOOM! A thunderclap rang out.

"Of all the days to start at Hogwarts, why did it have to be this one?" A tall, slender blonde shoved her platnium hair out of her eyes. Rain splattered her glasses, and she wished she could have found her contacts before having to leave for England. Gazing around with large, brown eyes, she frantically searched for Platform Nine and Three Quarters, but couldn't seem to find it.

"Shit!" The young woman looked at her watch, horrified to see that she only had ten minutes left to catch the Hogwarts Express.

Glancing around, she spotted a security guard standing under a large black umbrella next to the sign bearing the words PLATFORM EIGHT.

"Excuse me!" The guard stared openly at the seventeen year old who was taller than he was, dressed in a leather jacket with a popped collar, tight and faded jeans, and motorcycle boots, clutching a magazine over her head and toting a large trunk filled with who knows what!

"Yeah?" the guard answered.

"Sorry for bothering you, but I'm running really late! Could you tell me where platform Nine and Three Quarters is?"

The guard snorted. "Get out of here, damn emo punk wasting my time...Go bother someone else!" With that he slammed the door of his trailer shut, and snapped the blinds down.

"Sir, PLEASE!" the woman was growing desperate now. She faced the entire square, and prepared herself for the ridiculous task she was about to undergo.

"CAN ANYBODY TELL ME WHERE PLATFORM NINE AND THREE QUARTERS IS!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.

"What the hell does that mean?"

"Get out of the way!"

"Go back to the hospital!"

Now she was on the verge of tears. In fact, she was past that point, and water was pouring from her eyes and if possiable, making it harder to see from her rectangle glasses.

"Excuse me? I know where the Platform is. You're going to Hogwarts right?"

The woman turned to see her informer. She saw an extremely tall red head, with blue eyes that sparkled through the sheets of rain.

"Seriously?" Now she was in disbelief.

"Yep. This way!" He led her to the barrier between platforms 9 and 10.

"Run through it."

"What!" Now it was 2 minutes until 11 o'clock, and both teenagers were drenched, clothes hanging from their bodies and hair soggy messes.

"You heard me! I'll go first." The red head grabbed her hand, and started to run, dragging the blonde emo girl behind. Nearing the wall, the witch braced herself, scared and wondering if she'd break her skull or leg, and if she had paid her health insurance bill lately. Instead of feeling hard brick wall, she felt air! "Oh, crap I'm dead! Wow, where's that light thingy? I expected to watch my life on a tv screen or something...weird."

"Hello?" The wizard raised his eyebrows at her. "You brain dead or something? We have to get on the train!"

Both of them splashed through puddles, making for the whisling train. The red haired guy easily jumped on and hauled his trunk aboard, and the blonde witch leaped on just as nimbly, and reached for her trunk and promtly dropped it. "Ouch!"

"Here," the tall man grabbed her trunk and hauled it on the train, just before the doors snapped shut and the train began to move.

The woman laughed. "Well, that was close! Sorry to hold you up." She grinned.

"No problem!" They both stared at each other, taking in everything. The red haired one saw a seventeen year old, with razor cut blonde hair that had long bangs that fell in her eyes, but was short in the back, brown eyes, black angular glasses, and was about five foot ten. The woman also saw a seventeen year old, red shaggy hair, blue eyes, who was probably near six feet tall.

She smiled, happy to finally find someone in the world as tall as she was. "Didn't catch your name."

"Ron Weasley. Didn't catch your's either!"

She grinned, and replyed in a Scottish accent. "Sarah Turner. Glad to meet you."

They were still openly staring at each other, and broke into hysterical laughter! They were DRENCHED, and trying to have a serious conversation! It was mentally impossiable to be serious when your clothes are hanging off your limbs, and standing in a 3 inch puddle!

Ron wiped the tears away from his eyes, or was it rain? "C'mon, let's find a compartment. Unless you have anyone to sit with?"

"Naw, I don't know anyone in this whole island 'cept my aunt." Sarah wiped off her glasses, and turned to follow her new friend to the compartment. Eyeing his back, she thought Maybe life at Hogwarts won't be so bad afterall.