Nobody loves me,
Nobody cares,
Nobody picks me peaches and pears
Nobody offers me candy and Cokes
Harry sat in a rickety boat with a giant of a man as they floated ashore with the power of his little pink umbrella.
"Can all umbrellas do that? The wizard kind I mean?"
"Nah 'arry. This umbrella a bit different. Not all can do this," the large man said. Harry nodded as if he truly understood. It was hard to believe all of this was real. Magic, something which the Dursleys even told Dudley didn't exist was real, was happening all around him. He was magic. He was a wizard.
Nobody listens and laughs at my jokes
Nobody helps when I get in a fight
Nobody does all my homework at night
"Hermione? Are you sure you want to go to Hogwarts?" a woman asked her daughter. A girl with unmanageably frizzy hair and rather large front teeth smiled at her.
"Yes mum. Imagine all there is to learn! All the books they have! And I'll be with people just like me," she said with a touch of melancholy. She was no stranger to being an outcast. She was the bookworm and ugly girl in her class. She was the girl that strange things happened around. Nobody wanted her. Everyone picked on her for one reason or another.
Nobody misses me,
Nobody cries,
Nobody thinks I'm a wonderful guy.
"Magic? I don't think so," a red haired boy tossed the letter into the fireplace. He knew magic was real. He knew it was a real pain. All magic had done was get him hopped from orphanage to orphanage, country to country. It was just a problem. It cost so many friends, so many chances at a family. His eyes drifted to the letter. He lit a match and paused. Did he really want to do this?
Sure magic never brought anything good but maybe... Maybe he'd finally get some answers. Perhaps magic was in his blood. He blew the match out letting the smoke billow into the air. He reread the letter addressed to a "Ronald Whetley-Weasley". Other than the name all the information matched up, even to his room. He had just been Ron for as long as he could remember. No one knew his mum or dad. It was quite frightening actually seeing a letter like this.
He knew that if there were any answers, the magical world had them. Or the government... But he wasn't going to attempt to open that can of worms. He touched the wax seal delicately. Cool and different from normal sealed envelopes in the states. He slowly opened the letter.
'Dear Mister Whetley-Weasley,
We are pleased to inform you, that you have been accepted at Hogwarts school for witchcraft and wizardy...
So if you ask me who's my best friend, in a whiz,
I'll stand up and tell you that Nobody is.
Individually or in groups, children boarded the train at platform 9 3/4. Children kissing their parents goodbye, mothers fretting over first years or yelling at rule breakers, fathers giving quick hugs and a sense of direction. Younger siblings cried as their elders boarded the train. Elders waved giving last minute advise to their juniors. All in all, it was mass chaos. Just the way Fred and George liked it.
Chaos, where one could get lost with no sense of rhyme or reason. A great place to play pranks.
"So Gred, what say you we go visit some ickle firsties?"
"Capital idea Forge. We should warn them about the troll wrestling!"
The twins grinned at one another quickly boarding the train where many of the first years sat. They looked at the hall where little first years huddled together some scared, others confident.
"Ready to go?" Fred asked.
"Yes!"
"Oh! So you're ready to wrestle the troll?"
"The what?" a little girl asked, her eyes wide with fear.
"Oh yeah! That's how they decide what house your in-"
"First you wrestle the troll-"
"And the show you put on decides the house your in!"
The first years paled as they ran into a compartment. Fred and George laughed.
"Excuse me?" they heard a young voice say down the hall, "May I sit here? I think everywhere else is full."
The twins grinned mischievously at one another, stealthily dirtying down the hall. They opened the door to see a shock of red hair strikingly similar to their own, and a mess of black hair with a scar on the forehead. The boys were wearing large hand me down clothes that Fred and George could probably fit into. The dark haired boy wore a pair of round glasses with something on the bridge to keep it together. But the scar caught their attention.
"Blimey! Are you?"
"He is! Aren't you?"
"What?" the dark haired boy asked slightly fearful.
"Harry Potter!" the twins chorused. The dark haired boy blinked while the red head furrowed his brow.
"Oh him. I mean, yes, I am."
The twins gawked for a moment before looking at their fellow red head.
"And who are you?"
"Never seen you before."
"And wow what hair!"
"What? It's red. So is yours," the boy grumbled. The twins grinned.
"Yes. But we have Prewett red-"
"Mum's side of the family-"
"The richest of copper color-"
"And yours is rust!"
The first year looked away.
"Ah come on!"
"We'll tell you ours if you tell us yours," George bribed.
Green eyes met the twins from both boys.
"...on..."
"What was that?"
"Couldn't hear you!" Fred sang.
"Ron. Just Ron."
"What? Ya can't just be Ron!"
"Well I am." Ron felt miffed not wanting to explain the two last names on his letter. One he had been raised with, the other, just bizarre.
"Huh. What do you think of that Gred?"
"I think we have a problem Forge."
"Well, there's no way around it."
"You're going to have to go back."
The red head's face flushed with anger.
"Why's that? I was the one who got a letter for a school I never heard about and they'd send me back without a last name. Bloody hell I don't believe it."
But yesterday night I got quite a scare,
Fred and George had eventually left Harry and Ron in their compartment. The two boys met Neville, the toadless boy and Hermione the knowledgable. Neither boy really knew what to make of her, though she did seem to know a lot about their school. Overall the two seemed pleasant. At least more so than Malfoy. He told Harry they should be "friends". He had even called Ron a Weasley to which Ron responded that he had no connection with them. He was then called a mud blood. Malfoy and his goons were less than pleasant.
Leaving the train they stepped into boats, all of which were floating towards a magnificent castle. Hermione talked about the history of the castle as if she had lived there her entire life. Leaving the boats, the children herded together trying to protect themselves. Even entering the children remained close. A stern looking woman explained that there were for houses in the school that competed against one another.
She then left them alone, entering the room that would either become sanctuary or hell. It didn't help when ghosts floated over their heads, some striking conversation.
I woke up and Nobody just wasn't there
The first years walked in herded by their curiosity. Ron and Harry could hear Hermione talking about how the ceiling looked like a night sky. It was the only part of the room where there was no people. Each corner replaced with an unknown face. Each nook and cranny filled with potential friends.
I called out and reached for Nobody's hand,
Everyone bumped into one another unable to have their own space. The people in the tables calling out to brothers and sisters waiting for their sorting.
In the darkness where Nobody usually stands.
Barely noticed, where the teachers sat, an old worn hat lay on a chair. The only place where nobody was. But even the hat was a somebody as it sang a song of the houses, proclaiming cunning, knowledge, loyalty and bravery.
"When I call your name, please step forward," the stern teacher stated, "Abbott, Hannah!"
She was declared a Hufflepuff. More students went up as their names were called. When Granger, Hermione was called both Ron and Harry saw the girl who visited them eagerly place the hat on her head.
"A bar of chocolate she's in Ravenclaw?"
"Probably," Harry whispered back. To their surprise it called out Gryfindor. Neville was the same way except belief he would be in Hufflepuff. Soon Harry was called leaving Ron alone. He sat for a long time before the hat proclaimed Gryfindor. The table of red and yellow roared their approval. Over the cheering, the twins on the train were singing "We've got Potter."
The numbers dwindled down until only a few people were left. Turpin, Lisa was called and named a Ravenclaw.
"Whetley-Weasley, Ronald," the stern teacher called out. Ron looked over at the other boy curiously. He mouthed 'Aren't you going up?'
So the letter was for him. Not a prank then. He walked up at a steady pace. He sat in the chair and placed the hat over his eyes.
"Another Weasley? Curious. None of the other Weasley's mentioned you."
Ron froze hearing the voice in his head.
Then I poked through the house, in each cranny and nook,
Percy jumped when Fred and George as they sat on either side of him.
"Perc-"
"Why did they call that firstie a Weasley?"
"I don't know," Percy stated looking up at the first year. Few people noted that he wasn't supposed to be a Weasley. Most assumed he was another brother of Bill and Charlie. Some would know, like the Gryffindors. Fred and George always commented how they couldn't wait until they weren't the youngest Weasleys in school when Ginny arrived. Many other Weasley's learned in other communities. A few went to Beauboxtons.
But I found someone in each place that I looked.
I searched till I'm tired, and now with the dawn,
There's no doubt about it-
"Plenty of courage to come here. You also were exceedingly cunning. Never did you tell anyone where you were going..."
"I just want to know why I have my gift. I want to know and this is the only way."
"Countless other ways... But you better be... Gryffindor!"
Ron removed the hat as he received a standard clap from the houses quickly joining Harry at the table.
Nobody's gone
Ron barely noted Blaise being called up and declared a Slytherin. He didn't pay attention to the announcement in favor of listening to his stomach roar. When the speech was over, food filled the tables making his eyes widen. He grabbed a bit of everything with gusto.
Poem by Silverstien. This is a weird story I know. But if you are curious than let me know. Updates will be sporadic.