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Okay, so I haven't updated in FOREVER, and I am SOOO sorry. I had a lot of crap going on, and didn't have much inspiration for this story. I've decided to revamp this whole story, so this is the rewritten and MUCH better first chapter. The fist time I wrote it I was eleven, and very inexperienced. Now, I'm thirteen, and a few writing handbooks and classes wiser. So, enjoy, and don't forget to review. *it may not be perfectly canon, but deal with it*
Chapter One
As we finally came to a stop in the King's Cross parking lot, mum started fussing about dirt on Ron's nose- which wouldn't come off. Ha!
I sat on George's trunk as they loaded the others on to trolleys. When we reached the barrier between the muggle platforms 9 and 10, I hear an owl screech. 'Hmm... Usually wizard owls are better trained than that...'
A moment later I saw the owl. It was beautiful! Snowy white with bright eyes. The next thing I noticed was it was sitting on a trunk. The trunk was on a trolley, being pushed by a boy, probably about Ron's age. He had messy dark hair, and couldn't quite control his trolley. He must go Hogwarts, I thought.
He continued to come towards us, or the platform, anyway. He seemed confused, looking from the barrier to his ticket and back again.
"Hogwarts Express this way!" Mum yelled, and the boy looked up. He had pretty green eyes and weird scar on his forehe- Wait. What? That couldn't be Harry Potter, could it? He came up to us and nervously went to talk to mum. Then, he walked with us to the platform.
The twins and Percy went through, and Mum told the boy he could go next.
He turned to go through the barrier, but hesitated- probably not completely convinced he wasn't going to crash into a brick wall, and started to run. He disappeared through the wall, and we quickly followed.
"Do you know him, mum?" I heard Ron ask.
"No, dear. But, he doesn't seem to have anyone... Maybe you should sit with him," she said, also addressing Fred and George, who had already moved out of earshot- and we're now talking to their friend, Lee.
"I think he's Harry Potter." I said to my brother.
"Really?" He said mockingly, not even considering that his 'stupid little sister' could actually be right about something.
"Yeah, I do, stupid. You should find out, and tell me. Alright?" I asked, getting excited. I mean, can you blame me? He was cute.
"Fine, Ginny. Whatever," he ran off as the train whistle blew. He ran off, to say bye to mum.
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*3 days later*
I was sitting at the kitchen table, eating lunch when I saw Errol flying toward the window so I jumped up and pulled it open. Errol didn't fly to mum as I expected, but he landed on my arm. I figured I smelled like food, have him a pinch of bread. But, he didn't take it. He nipped me and pushed my hand toward his leg. That's when I finally noticed the note tied on his skinny ankle. I see it's addressed to me... Hmmm... that's odd, I don't get many letters. Wait! It's from Ron!
Hey Ginny!
You were right! He is Harry Potter. He doesn't know ANYTHING about our world though, it's kinda sad. He's pretty cool, though. The other guys in our dorm are okay, but Harry is my best friend. Don't freak, Gin.
My classes are going good so far, but I have lots of homework. I've met some really cool kids from all over the country. But, there's this girl, Hermione, and she's really smart, but she is a total know-it-all. She has this irritating habit of correcting everything I do in charms, since she sits next to me... But, you don't care about that...
Percy is being overly dramatic about everything, but Fred and George haven't gotten into any major trouble yet- even Perce does write mum about the thing at breakfast today... The crickets were funny, they didn't do anything, promise! They still promise you that toilet seat, though!
Miss you, see you all at Christmas!
Love, Ron.
I grinned, happy I finally was right about something! I handed Errol a treat, grabbed the letter, and dashed out of the kitchen.
Errol landed on my forgotten sandwich, but I didn't notice. I was already halfway across the house.
"Mum!"
