Ahem, This is my first fanfic, I hope you enjoy! Just to clarify, this is after the war, Voldermort's dead, Harry's won ect. Also Lavender and Freddie aren't dead...Yay! I decided to keep them in it for future use...Mwhaahaha.

Also I don't own Harry Potter/ Hogwarts or anything like that, that is by the lovely J.K Rowling, and neither do I own Angry Birds. Robin, however, is my own Charecter as is his owl Treeder.

Thank you very,

Robin Sl8r

Chapter 1

Robin looked down at his watch. He looked up at the clock on the wall. He looked down at his watch again. Robin was endlessly bored of waiting, his foot tap-tip-tapped on the tiled floor below, and he drummed his fingers against the armrests of the stool, but nothing would calm his anticipation or nerves.

Today, he would start his first day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

He received his invitation/acceptance/get-your-arse-in-our-school-so-we-can-keep-an-eye-on-your-every-move letter when he was sitting on the toilet over two days ago. The owl scrapped persistently at the window until Robin had to stand up and zip up. With a unenthusiastic groan, he opened it.

Dear Mr R. Slater,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall
Headmistress

Robin flipped through the uniform list, and moaned at the amount of books, before sticking the letter in his back pocket.

His brother, Scabior, grabbed it out of its slot in Robin's jeans whilst he was frying the bacon.

"Wassis?" Robin asked as he leafleted through it, eating a piece of bacon with his fingers and getting little grease stains all over this.

Robin tore it out of his older brother's hands. Scabior was almost twenty two and a mountain compared to Robin, who was tall and well built for his age. Both brothers shared the trademark hollow blue eyes and high cheek bones.

"An elephant, Scab, what do you think?" Robin retorted as he stuffed it into his hoodie pocket, "I guess I'm going to school on Monday, then."

Scabior snorted, "Yeah, they'll only have you there to keep an eye on ya...make sure you don't get yourself into any trouble- which you won't, by the way. One wrong move and I'll drag you outta there myself, got it?"

Robin rolled his eyes, "You're hardly the best role model, are you, Scabs? Oh, by the way, how's old Voldie(?)"

"Piss off," Scabior smacked his sixteen year old brother around the head, "And get your boots on, we're going shopping."

Back in the present, Robin was still drumming his fingers. Scabior had dropped him off and Kings Cross station two hours ago, but no one had arrived yet. Robin began to think he had come too late: that the train might have gone already, but then a half hour later, the students began flooding in. Tearful goodbyes were said, hugs were given and Robin got about sixty dirty looks (and not the good kind) from complete strangers. Lovely.

A particular girl caught his eye. She had this wild, bushy hair, and a pale face. But she smiled allot, and seemed to strain slightly under the weight of the books she was carrying. A mangy looking tomcat wound his way through her ankles and purred like a machine gun, looking up at his owner with adoring (but crossed) eyes.

Robin could have sworn he recognized her from somewhere. Facebook, maybe? No, that wasn't it. She looked far too good for anyone Robin knew.

Then it hit him.

Bloody Hell! She was Hermione Granger, Harry Potter's right hand girl.

Robin bit his lip and leaned back into his seat.

Bugger, he thought as he thought even further, my brother kidnapped her only six months ago. My brother tried to kill her.

My brother's a bit of a dick.

Robin slowly rose as the train rumbled into the station. He wheeled his trunk and his owl, Treeder, over to the platform and loaded his stuff onto the compartment. Then, he stepped onto the train.

Inside everything smelled like cinnamon. Miniature fireworks banged off here and there in the corridor, and a lady the size of a walrus pushed around a snack trolley piled high with Chocolate frogs and candy canes. Robin took his wallet out of his back pocket and payed for a Chocolate Frog. The card inside was Dumbledore.

Robin let it fall to the floor with a snarl and bit into the squirming frog.

He scouted around for a compartment, but none of them were empty. Everyone seemed to have their own group, their own clique, to fit into, but Robin didn't feel magnetized to any gang in particular. He sighed and pulled back the door to a finally and blissfully empty compartment and slumped down into the rich leather green seats.

He put his feet up on the table and took out his phone and began playing Angry Birds, cursing when he missed the little pig.

"You know, phones aren't allowed in Hogwarts," Said a voice from above him, "And that's not how you do that level."

Robin tore his gaze away from level Twenty Three and looked up to see Hermione Granger staring down at him. She had her fat ginger tabby on her shoulder.

"Bloody hell," Robin said, "What do you feed him, sharks?"

The cat hissed. Robin decided to hate it.

"Hermione!" A voice from outside of the compartment shrieked. It was a man's voice, Robin thought, but it went high in some places. In came a bustling, broad shouldered ginger.

"Hermione, that's Scabior's brother!" The ginger hissed. Robin decided that he hated him more than the shark-cat.

Hermione narrowed her eyes at Robin. She crossed her arms around her cat protectively, "You're Scabior's brother?"

"Guilty." He said boredly, his attention once again on Angry Birds.

"You're brother is a absolute dick."

"I know, I live with him. Aw, yessss!" He added after hitting down the tower of ice guarding the little piggies with one bird to spare.

"Why isn't he in Azkaban?" The ginger squealed. Robin noticed his hand was on Hermione's shoulder, claiming her. A subliminal back off. A threat towards me.

"Ask him, not me." He hissed through his teeth. Robin got this everywhere he went. It was like he didn't exist as a person, like everything is brother did was somehow his own fault and that he should be judged on it too. It wasn't fair, but as Scab always said, Life isn't fair. Then Robin told him that he was a douche bag and then he dropped an electric tooth brush in Robin's bath later on in the evening, and literally, gave Robin the shock of his life. He was so whirred up that you could have burnt toast on his ribs.

"Anyway," Hermione shook the gingers hand off her shoulder, at the shark-cat off the other, "Can we sit here, everywhere else is full and it's either you or the ferre- Uh, Malfoy."

The shark-cat strolled into my lap and decided to start trying to claw my, um, 'crown jewels' apart.

"Crookshanks!" Hermione hauled the shark-cat off, and I swore I heard the ginger hiss, "I've never liked the cat more than I do now."

"Oh shut up and sit down, Ronald." Hermione pushed him onto the seat opposite him and instructed him to scoot up.

Harry Potter, famous/infamous (depending on which side you're on) scar boy pulled back the door and walked in, "Oh here you two are! I've been looking all over and – Wait, who's this?" Indicating Robin.

"Robin," He said without looking up, "Brother of the dude who kidnapped you, ex cetera."

Harry eyed Robin suspiciously and crammed himself up against Hermione and Ron. It was great to know that he had made a great impression, Robin thought to himself as the train pulled up to a halt two hours later at Hogwarts station.