This is my first ever story so I'm doing something fairly short and close to canon. I hope you enjoy it!
First Meetings
Summary: We all know Harry's thoughts upon meeting the people that are such a big part of his story. But what did they think when first meeting The Boy Who Lived?
1. Ron
At first, Ron wasn't bothered. He remembered Fred saying that Harry Potter was on the train, but that was all he caught, what with the chaos of excited new Hogwarts students noisily chattering and pushing past. The twins were making their usual jokes, his mum was fussing far too much (his nose hurt now, she had been rubbing vigorously at some imaginary stain) and Ron wanted to get away as quickly as he could.
He made his way to the scarlet train and - he couldn't believe it - he was sitting next to the one and only Harry Potter. Ron stared. He was quite scrawny, really. The scar, he imagined, was hidden under that mop of messy black hair. Was he really the famed Boy Who Lived? Did he remember You Know Who?
The questions came rushing.
'Are you really Harry Potter?' he blurted, unthinkingly. Just as quickly, he mentally kicked himself. That probably wasn't the best thing to say.
The boy opposite him nodded shyly. He seemed a bit cautious. Ron couldn't imagine how it felt to be suddenly thrust into a world where everyone knew your name. Carefully, he asked another question. Harry replied and eagerly returned him with his own questions. It looked like he was just as interested in Ron as Ron was in him.
It only felt like minutes later when a plump, smiling woman peeked through the door and called, 'Anything off the trolley dears?' Ron blushed. His mum wouldn't be happy if he spent his (little) money on sweets, and anyway, he had sandwiches.
He looked at Harry, who was already halfway out the door. A few minutes later, he came back, arms full with every kind of sweet imaginable, and unceremoniously dropped it into the seat beside him. Ron tried not to look too envious, but it was a close thing. He reluctantly opened the bag of sandwiches.
'Swap you for one of these,' Harry said, holding up a pasty.
'You don't want these, they're all dry,' he argued. But Harry wouldn't have any of it, and shoved the pasty in his hand. Well. Ron couldn't turn down that offer, however hard he tried.
A dozen sweets, a few hearty conversations and one uncomfortable meeting with Draco Malfoy later, Ron was sure he'd made a new friend.
He just didn't know yet how long and adventurous that friendship would be.