Disclaimer: Lucy Weasley and the Harry Potter verse are not my property. I own only my OCs and the plot.
Lucy Weasley could not have been more nervous. She tightly clutched her chest in one hard, gripping it so tightly her knuckles turned white. She was on Platform 9 3/4, and was already wishing that she could go home. Back to safe things, like books and the creek that ran around her house in the back.
Too late to go back now.
Lucy pushed her glasses as far up as they would go and stared at the tracks, waiting for the train.
Her dad seemed to notice her nerves, and lightly put a hand on her shoulder. "It's okay, Lucy," he said comfortingly. "I don't think Hogwarts will try and eat you."
"No, but the basillisk might," muttered Lucy.
Her dad chuckled. "Harry killed it a long time ago. You've got nothing to fear."
Lucy didn't smile.
"You're a Weasley! Just think of it as one big family reunion."
That did make Lucy feel slightly better. Knowing that she was safe with her cousins at Hogwarts - that was good.
"Here comes the train!" called Lucy's mom.
Molly, Lucy's older sister and a Gryffindor, grabbed Lucy's hand as the scarlet engine came hurtling into the station. Lucy pulled her hand out of her sister's almost immediately: she didn't like to be unexpectedly touched.
"Sorry Luce," said Molly.
"Have a good time at Hogwarts and stay safe!" called Audrey.
"Don't forget to write!" said Percy.
"I will! I'll write!" says Lucy. She grabs her chest and goes onto the train. Almost immediately, Molly abandons her to go look for some friends.
Lucy found an empty compartment and took a seat, staring out the window as the humble countryside whizzed past her.
"Hello?" asked someone, and Lucy whipped around, startled. It was a boy, a blonde boy with brown eyes.
"Hello." says Lucy, because that's the polite thing to do.
"Could I sit here?" he asked.
"Sure," said Lucy.
The boy sits.
Lucy finds herself rather hungry, so she pulls out some of her dad's chocolate.
"What's that?" asked the boy.
"It's Muggle chocolate," explained Lucy. "My dad thinks it helps ward off evil spirits."
"Does it?" asks the boy interestedly.
"No," giggled Lucy. "But it tastes pretty good! Here, have some."
She tosses him a stick of Twix.
"Thanks," he said. "By the way, I'm Lorcan. Lorcan Scamander."
"Lucy," she said. "Lucy Weasley."
"Nice to meet you," he says, chomping on the chocolate.
"You too," she whispers.
The rest of the train ride is nothing more than a silent blur. Lucy got off the train, knees clacking together. She was terrified. What if she disappointed her family? What if she was Slytherin?
No, she couldn't think about that.
Lucy Weasley walked over to the boats and plopped inside one, not paying much attention to the world around her.
What if?
