A/N: Written for the Philosopher's Stone Competition.
Assignment: The Journey From Platform Nine And Three Quarters: Write about a character's trip on the Hogwarts Express.
The Pep Talk
Teddy Lupin sat staring out the window of his compartment on the Hogwarts Express. He didn't quite know how he felt. On the one hand, he was finally going to Hogwarts; on the other hand, he didn't know anyone there.
Watching the scenery roll by, he stroked his cat. Nymph was his only friend, now. He had hoped someone would sit with him on the train, but nobody had. Now everyone was going to know somebody, and he would be left out, already.
He almost wished he had just gone back through the barrier and home with Uncle Harry and Auntie Ginny. He'd surely have more fun just playing with Victoire and James. Even though they were so little and only wanted to play kids' games.
He remembered Uncle Harry's words, just before they left the house: "Teddy, you'll have so much fun at Hogwarts! Just remember: you're my godson and everyone knows it. So they are going to have certain expectations of you, good and bad ones. Don't mind them at all, alright? The only expectations you should worry about are mine and Auntie Ginny's and Grandma Molly and Andy. And we are so proud of you, just for being you. It's going to take you an awful lot of effort to disappoint us, so I wouldn't even try. Just be yourself and you'll make good friends soon, alright?" And he had given him a hug.
Right, that's what he would do. He'd be himself and make friends. Pulling his robes out of his trunk he changed quickly and went looking for some other first years. Knocking on a door and pulling it open, he said: "Hi, I'm Teddy and this is Nymph. Do you guys mind if we sat with you?"
The boys nodded, "Sure I'm Tom Davies. And these are Alan Page and Marco Rossi. He's Italian." The boys shook hands.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Ted Lupin, but everybody calls me Teddy."
Davies eyes went wide. "Aren't you Harry Potter's godson? What is that like? Can you get me his autograph?"
Teddy's hair turned black and unruly. "He's just like any Dad, I guess. Anyway he doesn't like to give sign things, unless it's, like, after a match or something, but I'll see what I can do. What do your parents do?"
And soon conversation turned to more important matters, like Quidditch, school and, of course, Teddy's hair.
As he glanced out the window of his compartment on the Hogwarts Express, Teddy was glad he was going to Hogwarts. He was going to fit right in.