Disclaimer: I am obsessed with reading series, Harry Potter of course being my absolute favorite but have never written fanfiction myself. This is my first attempt so if you are willing to read and comment, I am definitely willing to accept any criticism being sent my way. That being said, I do not claim to own rights to the Harry Potter world, this is based off of the series but the events are figments of my own imagination. Thank you and I hope you enjoy my writing!
Chapter 1
There it was, the Hogwarts Express. Never had I ever been as excited as I was in that very moment. The only thing ruining the moment was my cousin Al. Don't get me wrong, I love my cousin, I mean he has been my best friend my entire life, but he was shaking uncontrollably from the nerves of the night to come. After years of James' taunting, he'd gotten it in his head that he would end up in Slytherin which was completely ridiculous. Al would never be sorted into that kind of house, he had a heart as big as the galaxy. Plus, there's no way that house would want him after his father had stopped the most powerful wizard to have come from that house. There was no doubt in my mind that he would follow his parent's footsteps into Gryffindor, where he belonged. But going back to my friendship with Al, I don't remember there ever being a time when Al and I didn't get along; my parents like to joke that we were born on the same wavelength because we were so in tune with one another. The most bizarre part however is that we're complete opposites, in both appearance and personality. While I said my final goodbyes to my family, I was Uncle Harry pull Al to the side to have one of their frequent "man-to-man" talks as they liked to call them.
"Hurry or the train will leave you" shouted my always worried mother.
"Don't worry. If the train leaves them, they could always take my car" joked my father.
"Ron! Over my dead body" my mother retorted.
In a matter of seconds though, Al and I were on the train waving goodbye to our parents. A few seconds later, their image turned into nothing more than mere dots on the horizon. Not until that moment did it finally set in that we were on our way to Hogwarts!
"Come on Al, let's find a compartment."
After we'd settled in, I finally asked Al the question I'd been wanting to ask him: "So, what was Uncle Harry saying to you in that precious "man-to-man" talk?" I half-jokingly asked.
"Well, there's a trick to the Sorting Hat you see. You can tell the hat where you want to be, and the hat actually listens to you! Dad says that's how he got into Gryffindor.
Click click. The latch on the door undid itself and behind the door a nervous pair stared at us.
"Hi sorry to interrupt, but would you mind if we sat with you?" asked the girl.
"Not at all, I'm Rose Weasley and this is my cousin, Albus Potter, we're first years."
"So are we! I'm Jasmine and this is Henry. We met last week in Diagon Alley."
Jasmine was beautiful, she has warm brown eyes and brown curly hair to match. She looked confident enough, but could see the slight hesitation because of the accent she bore. To be it sounded Hispanic but I had no idea which country exactly. He was the complete opposite of Jasmine with blonde hair and blue eyes.
"Weasley. Like the joke shop in Diagon Alley? Sorry, I've never heard of Potter," said Henry.
With that, Al and I erupted into laughter which made the other two extremely nervous.
"Sorry," said Al, "we just aren't used to people not recognizing the name Potter."
"Oh are your parents, head of the ministry or something?" Jasmine asked even more hesitantly. "Sorry, we really don't know much about the wizarding world, just what we saw last week in Diagon Alley."
"It's okay. I'm guessing you're muggleborn, not to worry so was my Mum! Al and I here will try to explain to you as much as we can so you know the basics before we get to the castle."
And with that, the rest of the ride was spent explaining how our parents helped save the wizarding world from Voldemort, the four houses at Hogwarts and quidditch.