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My first day at Hogwarts. By Ron Weasley.
"Come on, Ron you can do better than this!" Charlie yelled.
Easy enough for you to say, you're on the sidelines, I thought angrily as I ducked yet another blow from the troll. I couldn't see how they'd be able to sort us by putting us up against a troll.
This hadn't looked quite so bad when everyone else had been doing. But then, everyone else had used a spell, me, I didn't know any. My whole family, along with the rest of the school was watching me, yelling advice to me, criticising me.
Suddenly the troll swung its club at me before I had time to move. I whipped my wand out and tried to say an incantation, but my voice had suddenly gone. The troll's swing knocked Charlie's old wand from my hands, and sent me flying backwards.
I sat up, looking around desperately for my wand, painfully aware that the troll was coming for me again.
It raised its club.
I tried to get up, but the floor seemed to have turned to ice beneath me and I kept slipping.
It ran towards me.
I managed to get up, but I couldn't get away, my cloak was caught on something. I turned around to see what it was.
The troll was standing on my cloak to stop me from getting away.
It swung the club down.
I closed my eyes, mental visions of a horrible death chasing one another in my mind. The death blow, however, didn't come. Instead I heard my sister Ginny cry "Rictasempra!"
The troll was blasted backwards and landed unconscious on the floor. I opened my eyes. Ginny looked on me with pity, the rest of my family, however, looked ashamed of me. 4 Dumbledore, looking about six foot tall now, came over and said "I'm very sorry Mr Weasley, but seeing as your little sister defeated the troll and not you, we cannot except you into Hogwarts this year, goodbye."
The whole school began to laugh at me, Mum and Dad and my brothers began yelling all kinds of stuff at me, like how they were ashamed of me, I'd disgraced the family, that I was the first Weasley not to be excepted in to Hogwarts and stuff like that.
"NNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" I screamed, sitting up in my bed.
For this I received an indignant look from Percy who was sitting on the end of my bed and had clearly going on about how privileged I was for going to Hogwarts without realising I was asleep. "Well," he said sounding very annoyed "Despite your obvious disagreement I would count it an honour you got into Hogwarts."
He then got up and left shutting my bedroom door so hard I could almost accuse him of slamming it.
I looked at my watch. It was 4.36am. I sighed and lay down again, staring up at the ceiling. That nightmare had been all Fred's fault.
He'd told me yesterday that to sort new students into their houses they had to fight a troll and I admit it was pretty stupid of me to believe it.
I decided that I wouldn't say anything about that nightmare to anyone in case Fred and George found out, and realised I'd actually believed it. I'd never hear the end of it if they did find out.
I didn't feel like I'd be able to get back to sleep, so I checked that I had everything in my trunk. I wondered briefly what Percy had been saying to me and why he hadn't realised that I was asleep.
Having checked that everything was there, I climbed back in to bed with my "Flying with the canons book and began to read. I hardly ever read in bed, only when I'm trying to take my mind off something, and even then it's usually something to do with Quidditch.
That was one of the things about Hogwarts I was really looking forward to, the Quidditch. I knew from Charlie about the different matches between houses, I couldn't wait! Fred and George told me all about the pitch, they'd told me so much that I knew my way around that pitch before I'd even seen it.
I'd heard we'd have flying lessons there too. It's going to be great, I thought, in my second year I might try out to get on to my house team (probably as a sub, but then it's better than nothing).
I must have fallen asleep again because suddenly Dad was shaking me awake. "Come on, Ron, up you get. Big day today," I sat up at those words and Dad, satisfied I was awake, left, no doubt to wake up Fred and George.
With those last three words Dad had undone all the work I'd put in early this morning to forget that today was my first day of Hogwarts.
I sighed and got up. I'd have to move quickly if I wanted to make it to the bathroom first. Fred and George can move remarkably fast considering they only just woke up and are grumbling about having to get up so early and how they could do with more sleep.
Too late. I had a fleeting glimpse of a red haired person (which in my house doesn't really narrow it down) slamming the bathroom door a millisecond before Fred cashed in to said door (at least I thought it was Fred, I'd only just got up and my brain wasn't in gear yet).
"GEORGE! GET OUT OF THERE! I NEED THE LOO!!!"
It was Fred.
I walked past him as he began pounding furiously on the door and continued downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast.
On the last flight of stairs I almost had a heart attack as Mum stuck her head round the corner and shouted "WHO SLAMMED THAT DOOR?" In this family you develop either a loud voice or be good at shouting (or in Ginny's case a tendency to never shut up) so you made yourself heard in conversations and arguments.
Mum then pushed past me and gave Fred and George a hammering (George for slamming the door, Fred for shouting and trying to break the bathroom door down).
I sat down opposite Ginny and poured out a bowl of cereal. Ginny began nattering away, telling me how lucky I was to being going to Hogwarts this year. I ignored her for the most part. I was reaching breaking point, and listening to Ginny chatter away for fifteen minutes about how she wished she was in my place wasn't going to help. If anything it'd make me snap and I'd throttle her.
Then mum came downstairs and saw I was still in my pyjamas. "RONALD WEASLEY, GET UP THOSE STAIRS AND GET DRESSED!!"
I dashed upstairs just in time to see George emerge from the bathroom only to be seized and put in a headlock by Fred. Seizing my chance I shifted around the fighting twins and slipped into the bathroom unnoticed. A few minutes later I heard Fred shouting and pounding on the door, but I ignored him.
When I opened the door Fred grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and threw me out of the way. I picked myself up off the floor in time to see the bathroom door slam. Sensing Mum would come charging up the stairs any minute to find and scream her head off at the culprit I legged it back to my room sharpish.
Ten minutes later I was dressed with Scabbers in my pocket and was trying to drag my trunk down the stairs. Then Percy came over and informed me I was going about it all the wrong way, I asked him what the right way was and he retorted that he'd show me. He picked up the trunk and began to carry it down the stairs. I grinned, for someone who's supposed to be as smart as he is Percy's pretty stupid.
I followed Percy downstairs in to the kitchen where Mum was waiting along with Ginny, who was coming along to see us off. Mum was stalking about bad temperedly muttering to herself about how we were all going to be late and we'd miss the train and I'd miss my first proper day of school, etc.
Dad, it seemed, had just received an owl from the ministry and had to dash off. He said hurried goodbyes to Percy (telling him how proud he and Mum were of him now he was a prefect, making Percy swell with pride and self importance), Ginny (telling her not feel upset, as this time next year it'd be her first day at Hogwarts) and me (he told me not worry about anything and that'd I'd be fine and that he and Mum would be proud of me no matter what and that the important thing was to try and enjoy myself and to try and make some friends and a load of other stuff which was probably supposed to make me feel better about my first day, but basically didn't).
Fred and George charged downstairs, dragging their trunks behind them (the way their trunks banged against the steps must have killed Mum, especially seeing as on one of them the carpet tore away from the stair).
Dad said goodbye to them, hoped they had a good year, reminded them of some agreement they'd made about them being good (I wondered how far away from home we'd be before they went back on it), said one last, general goodbye to us all, kissed Mum and dashed off to the car.
As soon as Dad left Mum began having a fit about the muggle taxis she'd hired and kept grumbling over and over that we'd be late. They arrived at half nine (which was the time mum had asked them to come - she's a real worrier my mum), though they seemed a bit confused by our trunks and Percy's new owl, Hermes, but they began to pack our trunks all the same.
"Right," said Mum looking frantically around the kitchen for her handbag (which had been in her hand a few minutes ago) "Fred, George you and Ginny will come in the first taxi with me. Percy, you and Ron go in the other one."
I let out a small groan thinking Percy would bore me all the way to Kings Cross station going on about family pride and house pride and other boring things, but it turned out he wouldn't be able to because mum told us since the drivers were muggles we weren't to say anything about Hogwarts or magic, if they asked we were going away to boarding school (which wasn't really lying).
Mum found her handbag and one of the drivers poked his head around the door to say they were ready to go. I could see the other driver through the window holding a hissing Hermes at arms length as he set the cage down in one of the cabs.
"Right time to go everyone!" said mum brightly. Suddenly it was as though my cereal had turned to butterflies and then to huge, live pythons, wriggling around, trying to get out of my stomach via my mouth. I felt something move up my throat with horrifying speed. I clapped a hand over my mouth, ran upstairs to the bathroom and threw up.
They must have been able to hear downstairs because I heard mum say "First day at boarding school, he's a bit nervous."
A/N: hope you liked it and that the last part didn't make you feel sick. Please leave a review for me, though bare in mind this is my first HP fic and that I'm new to writing fan fiction in general. I'll hopefully add another chapter soon, and maybe do a story about the first day from Hermione's POV If people like this one.
My first day at Hogwarts. By Ron Weasley.
"Come on, Ron you can do better than this!" Charlie yelled.
Easy enough for you to say, you're on the sidelines, I thought angrily as I ducked yet another blow from the troll. I couldn't see how they'd be able to sort us by putting us up against a troll.
This hadn't looked quite so bad when everyone else had been doing. But then, everyone else had used a spell, me, I didn't know any. My whole family, along with the rest of the school was watching me, yelling advice to me, criticising me.
Suddenly the troll swung its club at me before I had time to move. I whipped my wand out and tried to say an incantation, but my voice had suddenly gone. The troll's swing knocked Charlie's old wand from my hands, and sent me flying backwards.
I sat up, looking around desperately for my wand, painfully aware that the troll was coming for me again.
It raised its club.
I tried to get up, but the floor seemed to have turned to ice beneath me and I kept slipping.
It ran towards me.
I managed to get up, but I couldn't get away, my cloak was caught on something. I turned around to see what it was.
The troll was standing on my cloak to stop me from getting away.
It swung the club down.
I closed my eyes, mental visions of a horrible death chasing one another in my mind. The death blow, however, didn't come. Instead I heard my sister Ginny cry "Rictasempra!"
The troll was blasted backwards and landed unconscious on the floor. I opened my eyes. Ginny looked on me with pity, the rest of my family, however, looked ashamed of me. 4 Dumbledore, looking about six foot tall now, came over and said "I'm very sorry Mr Weasley, but seeing as your little sister defeated the troll and not you, we cannot except you into Hogwarts this year, goodbye."
The whole school began to laugh at me, Mum and Dad and my brothers began yelling all kinds of stuff at me, like how they were ashamed of me, I'd disgraced the family, that I was the first Weasley not to be excepted in to Hogwarts and stuff like that.
"NNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" I screamed, sitting up in my bed.
For this I received an indignant look from Percy who was sitting on the end of my bed and had clearly going on about how privileged I was for going to Hogwarts without realising I was asleep. "Well," he said sounding very annoyed "Despite your obvious disagreement I would count it an honour you got into Hogwarts."
He then got up and left shutting my bedroom door so hard I could almost accuse him of slamming it.
I looked at my watch. It was 4.36am. I sighed and lay down again, staring up at the ceiling. That nightmare had been all Fred's fault.
He'd told me yesterday that to sort new students into their houses they had to fight a troll and I admit it was pretty stupid of me to believe it.
I decided that I wouldn't say anything about that nightmare to anyone in case Fred and George found out, and realised I'd actually believed it. I'd never hear the end of it if they did find out.
I didn't feel like I'd be able to get back to sleep, so I checked that I had everything in my trunk. I wondered briefly what Percy had been saying to me and why he hadn't realised that I was asleep.
Having checked that everything was there, I climbed back in to bed with my "Flying with the canons book and began to read. I hardly ever read in bed, only when I'm trying to take my mind off something, and even then it's usually something to do with Quidditch.
That was one of the things about Hogwarts I was really looking forward to, the Quidditch. I knew from Charlie about the different matches between houses, I couldn't wait! Fred and George told me all about the pitch, they'd told me so much that I knew my way around that pitch before I'd even seen it.
I'd heard we'd have flying lessons there too. It's going to be great, I thought, in my second year I might try out to get on to my house team (probably as a sub, but then it's better than nothing).
I must have fallen asleep again because suddenly Dad was shaking me awake. "Come on, Ron, up you get. Big day today," I sat up at those words and Dad, satisfied I was awake, left, no doubt to wake up Fred and George.
With those last three words Dad had undone all the work I'd put in early this morning to forget that today was my first day of Hogwarts.
I sighed and got up. I'd have to move quickly if I wanted to make it to the bathroom first. Fred and George can move remarkably fast considering they only just woke up and are grumbling about having to get up so early and how they could do with more sleep.
Too late. I had a fleeting glimpse of a red haired person (which in my house doesn't really narrow it down) slamming the bathroom door a millisecond before Fred cashed in to said door (at least I thought it was Fred, I'd only just got up and my brain wasn't in gear yet).
"GEORGE! GET OUT OF THERE! I NEED THE LOO!!!"
It was Fred.
I walked past him as he began pounding furiously on the door and continued downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast.
On the last flight of stairs I almost had a heart attack as Mum stuck her head round the corner and shouted "WHO SLAMMED THAT DOOR?" In this family you develop either a loud voice or be good at shouting (or in Ginny's case a tendency to never shut up) so you made yourself heard in conversations and arguments.
Mum then pushed past me and gave Fred and George a hammering (George for slamming the door, Fred for shouting and trying to break the bathroom door down).
I sat down opposite Ginny and poured out a bowl of cereal. Ginny began nattering away, telling me how lucky I was to being going to Hogwarts this year. I ignored her for the most part. I was reaching breaking point, and listening to Ginny chatter away for fifteen minutes about how she wished she was in my place wasn't going to help. If anything it'd make me snap and I'd throttle her.
Then mum came downstairs and saw I was still in my pyjamas. "RONALD WEASLEY, GET UP THOSE STAIRS AND GET DRESSED!!"
I dashed upstairs just in time to see George emerge from the bathroom only to be seized and put in a headlock by Fred. Seizing my chance I shifted around the fighting twins and slipped into the bathroom unnoticed. A few minutes later I heard Fred shouting and pounding on the door, but I ignored him.
When I opened the door Fred grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and threw me out of the way. I picked myself up off the floor in time to see the bathroom door slam. Sensing Mum would come charging up the stairs any minute to find and scream her head off at the culprit I legged it back to my room sharpish.
Ten minutes later I was dressed with Scabbers in my pocket and was trying to drag my trunk down the stairs. Then Percy came over and informed me I was going about it all the wrong way, I asked him what the right way was and he retorted that he'd show me. He picked up the trunk and began to carry it down the stairs. I grinned, for someone who's supposed to be as smart as he is Percy's pretty stupid.
I followed Percy downstairs in to the kitchen where Mum was waiting along with Ginny, who was coming along to see us off. Mum was stalking about bad temperedly muttering to herself about how we were all going to be late and we'd miss the train and I'd miss my first proper day of school, etc.
Dad, it seemed, had just received an owl from the ministry and had to dash off. He said hurried goodbyes to Percy (telling him how proud he and Mum were of him now he was a prefect, making Percy swell with pride and self importance), Ginny (telling her not feel upset, as this time next year it'd be her first day at Hogwarts) and me (he told me not worry about anything and that'd I'd be fine and that he and Mum would be proud of me no matter what and that the important thing was to try and enjoy myself and to try and make some friends and a load of other stuff which was probably supposed to make me feel better about my first day, but basically didn't).
Fred and George charged downstairs, dragging their trunks behind them (the way their trunks banged against the steps must have killed Mum, especially seeing as on one of them the carpet tore away from the stair).
Dad said goodbye to them, hoped they had a good year, reminded them of some agreement they'd made about them being good (I wondered how far away from home we'd be before they went back on it), said one last, general goodbye to us all, kissed Mum and dashed off to the car.
As soon as Dad left Mum began having a fit about the muggle taxis she'd hired and kept grumbling over and over that we'd be late. They arrived at half nine (which was the time mum had asked them to come - she's a real worrier my mum), though they seemed a bit confused by our trunks and Percy's new owl, Hermes, but they began to pack our trunks all the same.
"Right," said Mum looking frantically around the kitchen for her handbag (which had been in her hand a few minutes ago) "Fred, George you and Ginny will come in the first taxi with me. Percy, you and Ron go in the other one."
I let out a small groan thinking Percy would bore me all the way to Kings Cross station going on about family pride and house pride and other boring things, but it turned out he wouldn't be able to because mum told us since the drivers were muggles we weren't to say anything about Hogwarts or magic, if they asked we were going away to boarding school (which wasn't really lying).
Mum found her handbag and one of the drivers poked his head around the door to say they were ready to go. I could see the other driver through the window holding a hissing Hermes at arms length as he set the cage down in one of the cabs.
"Right time to go everyone!" said mum brightly. Suddenly it was as though my cereal had turned to butterflies and then to huge, live pythons, wriggling around, trying to get out of my stomach via my mouth. I felt something move up my throat with horrifying speed. I clapped a hand over my mouth, ran upstairs to the bathroom and threw up.
They must have been able to hear downstairs because I heard mum say "First day at boarding school, he's a bit nervous."
A/N: hope you liked it and that the last part didn't make you feel sick. Please leave a review for me, though bare in mind this is my first HP fic and that I'm new to writing fan fiction in general. I'll hopefully add another chapter soon, and maybe do a story about the first day from Hermione's POV If people like this one.
