A/N: Hey guys, this is my first Harry potter fanfic, enjoy, please review, I'm curious to see what people think, and also then I can improve my writing can't I?:-)

Disclaimer: I own nothing so far, all belongs to J.K Rowling.

August 1988

I woke up with a start.

This wasn't where I normally sleep. Definitely not. It didn't look anything like the room I shared with George. Looking around, I saw I was surrounded by four poster beds on which were George, Ron, Percy, Bill Charlie and Dad. The driver and the conductor were gossiping really loudly at the front of the bus. The Knight Bus.

"Did you 'ear? I 'erd that Arthur Weasley from the Ministry talking about 'is two sons bein' made prefect an' 'ead boy this year at Hogwarts! I bet e's proud, innit Ern?" Stan Shunkpike pretty much yelled to Ernie. I smiled, hearing my brothers' names, and looked to see them all sleeping peacefully next to me. I still didn't remember why I was there, so I poked dad who was sleeping in the bed next to me.

"Dad..." he woke with a start.

"What?" he sighed.

"Where are we?" I asked, looking at him innocently.

"We're on the Knight bus, we are going to Muggle London for the weekend, I want to find out what the function of a rubber duck is, and also I want to find some vintage plugs... a-and it will be good for Bills muggles studies." He added as an afterthought. "Don't tell your mother she'll go mental, I've sent her an owl and she's got Ginny with her so she should be fine." He rubbed his nose nervously and glanced around at the rest of the boys. Ron was gradually waking up.

"Bloody hell." exclaimed Ron, looking around, his sky blue eyes taking everything in around him, he was 8 years old, so still young enough to believe anything anyone said. "Where are we?" he asked, looking straight at Dad.

"We're going on a little holiday." Dad said, tailoring his explanation to appeal to his 8 year old son. Ron nodded in acceptance and settled back down among his blankets.

Gradually as the morning sun crept across the sky, the others woke up. Murmuring and grumbling, we all got out of our warm beds and headed towards the exit doors.

"Took your time innit?" commented Stan as we made a hasty exit. "You were all so fast asleep, we went to London 'bout 50 times before you gor' up, innit ern'?" Ignoring him, we stepped out into the cool night air.

The next day we were much more refreshed and ready to appreciate the busy city known as muggle London. We were staying in a rundown hotel, which Dad had told me was ridiculously cheap, I realised why when I noticed Scabbers (Ron's rat) had made a few friends. I wasn't bothered; Gerge and I had used much more disgusting things for various pranks and experiments.

In next to no time we had arrived in what the Muggles know as "Oxford Street" in it was shos that I'd never seen in my entire 10 years of living. I was staring in awe at the big buildings, hoping I could be working in something as big and magnificent as one of these, until I noticed I was alone. I couldn't see any of my family, considering they all have flaming red hair this was surprising. Normally, this would be a great adventure, but I was stranded in a crowded city in which I had never heard of, and it wasn't even in the magical world. I pushed through the crowd frantically, hoping to see a glimpse of red in the distance, and then all of a sudden a girl crashed into me. She fell dropping all the heavy books she was carrying.

Feeling guilty, I stopped to help her pick them up. She had brown busy hair and chocolate brown eyes. Once she had them all back in her small arms she looked up at me, her eyes all smooth, like Honeydukes chocolate.

"Thank you." she said. Her voice was quite cute, and I smiled at her.

"I'm Fred Weasley, sorry about that." I replied, smiling mischievously. Being the charmer that I am, it was no surprise to me that she smiled back.

"I'm Hermione Granger." she replied. "I've just been to the library, I wanted a couple of books for a bit of light reading." she shrugged, indicating the heavy stack of books in her arms. I stared in awe.

"You know your way around here?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

"Yes, I come here all the time, my parents work in a dentist here, why, are you a tourist?" she questioned. I didn't have a clue what she meant by dentists or tourists so I just nodded in agreement.

"I've lost my family." I admitted, embarrassed. I figured sometimes you need to admit things you don't want to if you want to get things done. So much for being the smooth talking impressive guy.

She giggled. "Are you asking for help to find them then?" she smirked. "You could have just asked." She led me off through the crowded city, leaving me more relaxed, because I knew I was in safe hands.