BASIC SUMMARY:
What if Harry Potter and Ron Weasly had never met upon the train on that fateful day? As well as what if Ginny was Ron and Harry's age,
and they were twins? Harry Potter never met Ron Weasly that day. Nor did he meet his cunning sister Ginny. He was sorted into Gryffindor as well,but he seemed to fancy Slytherin.
Gryffindor and Slytherin being "natural enemies" they never seemed to dare interact. Will the cards unfold correctly, and the path of justice end righteous?
Ron Weasly, and his twin sister Ginny trecked across the train station with their mother, Molly, and elder twin brothers, George and Fred. Accompanying them also was their brother Percy, but Percy was going at such a brisk pace it didn't seem he was with them.
"Mum!" Ron yelped as he lurhced behind in the crowd, "Wait up!" He sped up with his cart, and they soon reached Platform Nine and Three Quarters. The five students boarded upon it, and Molly waved them off. "I'll miss you!" She crooned afterwards as they ran through the platform.
Now having boarded upon the train, the five of them crowded into an empty car together. Through the windows they could see a black haired boy with a scar upon his head walking through the corridor. "Wonder who that bloke is..." George commented, before he and Fred began thinking of mischevious ideas of how to bother people this year at Hogwarts.
Ron and Ginny sat in silence as Percy left the car to go sit with his Prefect friends. Left in the car, Ginny and Ron only, for Fred and George had gone off to pick on some other students. If Ron could recall right, they had said "Slytherins".
Bored out of his wits, he opened the car door and whispered to Ginny, "I'm going to go find the trolley! You coming, or are you going to stay here?"
Ginny, not wanting to get in trouble in any case, responded quietly with, "I'm not going to go. Don't get in trouble, Ron!"
As he was walking around the corridor, Ron saw the black haired boy again. It seemed he was wondering around for a seat. When the boy suddenly jerked around and rammed into him, Ron grunted.
"Oi!"
"You stay out of my way!" The black haired boy uttered. Ron blinked in an irked sense. "Excuse me? You ran into me!" His orange red hair blew to the side of his face as wind came from an open cart's window.
"Yeah, so? Just watch it, punk!" The kid ran off, and left Ron glaring after him. He turned around again, and went to go find the trolley. Having found it after moments of searching, he bought himself (and Ginny) some chocolate frogs, and many other assorted candies and foods.
After an antagonizingly long train ride, they finally reached Hogwarts. A tall giant-ish man yelled towards them all, "FIRST YEARS, YER WI' ME!" Following his voice, all of the smaller children came up to go after him. The black haired child from earlier went up to the giant-man, and said,
"Hey Hagrid!" The man grinned, "Oi, hi tha', Harry!" Ron blinked. Harry? The name itself sounded familiar but he couldn't put it into context. He, and Ginny, followed along in the crowd and grouped into little boats and they sailed off towards the school. When they arrived, they went up the stairs in front of the Great Hall.
A woman came out. "I..." She began, "am Professor McGonnagal. I teach Transfiguration, and I am head of Gryffindor. Now. Before you can take your seats and enjoy the Welcoming Feast, you must be sorted into one of four houses." She paused a moment to breathe, and once again did she begin.
"The four houses are Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuf-" And suddenly she broke off as a boy who seemed a bit awkward rushed to the front and yelled, "Trevor!" He lunged down and grabbed a toad, and then shyly yelped, "Sorry!" Professor McGonnagal contined on, skeptically, "Hufflepuff, and Slytherin."
At the sound of Slytherin, some boys in the back crooned. "Now, I will go see if they are ready for you yet." The professor went into the doors.
A white haired boy appeared at the front to examine everyone. "Hm.. I'm Draco Malfoy!" He exclaimed proudly, "and you..." He looked at Ron, "red hair..handme-down robes...You're a Weasly!" From that moment on, a few people giggled. "And what's wrong with that, Malfoy? What kind of name is Draco anyways?" He grinned slyly, before the professor suddenly came back out and glared at Malfoy. "Back in line, everyone!" Malfoy succumbed himself back, and the crowd headed in. Soon they were stopped in front of a stool with a hat upon it.
"You will come up here when your name is called, and the hat will sort you into your house." Her eyes looked over the group. "Let the sorting begin!"
"Mafilda Bromstuck!" She called, and then a short dimply young girl came running up. She sat on the stool, and the moment it hit her head, it yelled, "...Huffulepuff!"
Soon the list went on to no end, and then Ron's name was called. "Ron..Weasly!"
He stepped up shyly, and sat down. The hat screamed, "GWAH!" Ron flinched, but recovered quickly. "Another Weasly! Oi! I know what to do with you! Gryffindor!"
And all the while, his sister's name was called next. But it did not scream. "Gryffindor!" It sorted the next few children, and then it was a peculiar person's turn.
"Harry Potter!" Professor McGonnagal yelled, and the black haired boy from the train stepped up. Sitting on the stool, he had the hat placed on his head. "Hmm...Full of knowledge.."
It paused. "Full of potential ability..." Quietly under his breath, Harry chanted, "Not Gryffindor..not Gryffindor.." The Sorting Hat laughed that this remark. "Well then! Better be..."
It paused, once more, and then shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!"
Harry glared back at the hat as he went to take his seat at the table. He'd much rather of had Slytherin. Slytherin, as he'd been told by Malfoy and his goons, was the place for good Wizards. Good wizards in the sense of..not trash, like Gryffindor.
Now as they finished the feast, they were going to the Common Room. "Gryffindors, this way!" Percy directed them.
Ron and Ginny eagerly followed, while Harry sulked up the stairs. "Now, if you don't hurry, the staircase may change! Hurry along now!" He yelled, mostly directed at Harry. But Harry didn't care much, at all really. He didn't want to be told what to do by some old whiny Gryffindor. Going along the stairwell he did speed up some, but he managed to stay at a meager speed. Getting himself into the Common Room, he head the Percy boy tell them what the password was. It was Pretrificus Totalus. Which, Harry was sure was also a spell. He'd heard some girl talking about it.
"Alright! Boys to the right as you go upstairs! Same with girls, except you go to the left! If you have any questions come find a Prefect, or myself! You'll find your things already placed in the sleeping quarters!"
With the evening drawing to an end, Harry and all the others filed into their rooms. Harry unpacked his clothing to find he had been assigned (or given in this case) his Gryffindor colored ties, scarves, and robes.
Uttering to himself, Harry grunted.
"Might as well get used to this cruddy place..." Ron overheard him though, and questioned him upon it.
"Cruddy place? Being in Gryffindor's a blessing. I'm with all my family and have a safe feeling here."
"What's it to you my thoughts upon Gryffindor? I'd rather be in Slytherin, mind you, and actually be with people of..my kind."
"Your kind?"
"Yea, my kind. Because unlike some here, I'm actually going to be a good Wizard."
"You're too arrogant for anything I've ever seen. Whatever, Harry."
"And who are you to talk to me this way?" He snorted rudely.
"I'm Ron. Ron Weasly. And you're Harry Potter. The boy who lived.."
Harry shrugged his shoulders and went to change into his nighttime clothing. He crawled into a window-side bed and sat, staring out at the stars. How would his life at this school get better if he was stuck here, in Gryffindor? He sighed, and laid himself under the covers and made himself drift off to sleep.
Author's Note: Well, my first story since I joined I think o_0 even though I've had so much time to upload. Please review the story! ^~^ Tell me if you like it, hate it, or tolerate it. Just don't be mean, please!
-Atomic Glace
