Colors
Disclaimer for whole story: I don not own Harry Potter. I am poor.
Pink-laid back and carefree; sheltered and innocent; shy, romantic, and gentle
Harry Potter stepped off the train in the station of Hogsmeade. Immediately he was surrounded by his friends. To him they were the best six people in the world. Ron and Hermione, Fred and George, or Forge and Gred as they liked him to call them, Luna and Neville, and then Ginny. They were always with him and everywhere he went they were there, he guessed to make up for the missed summers. They came into the sight of Hogwarts and he couldn't help but feel like he was home. He knew he was a sheltered child, nothing like Dudley but still. His aunt and uncle never talked of political news in front of the boys. You can say he was a bit of society stupid but he didn't care really.
They went through the sorting smiling and laughing at the younger kids that came in frightened reminiscing about what they had thought when they had first came in the door as first years. He leaned back in his seat waiting for the feast to start.
At night Neville came to Harry and asked to talk to him. Harry of course agreed. He could never turn his friends away. Poor Neville was already having trouble and Harry gently reminded his friend to stand up for himself and that he'd back him one hundred percent. They went to bed laughing at the images of what some of the hexes would do if really used.