I first met Louis Weasley in my fourth year. The year I came to England. My parents had transferred to a job in London. So, I too transferred from Illvermorny to Hogwarts.
I remember being scared. The platform was chaotic. I didn't even know anyone. So as I said goodbye to my parents and walked up to the train I took a deep much needed breath.
Alas! I couldn't find a compartment. Each one was full. I didn't want to sit with people I didn't know so I was ready to give up. Soon, I decided that I would just sit in the corridor or something.
But a minute after I completely gave up trying to find one compartment, Rose Weasley ran into me. Literally. We both fell to the floor. And after a dozen apologies and other things, she dragged me to her compartment.
It consisted of her cousin Albus (who became one of my best friends. I can always trust him to have my back.), James (who became my bestest friend quite quickly even though he was a year ahead. We clicked instantly and has never looked back since.), Fred and Roxanne (I became their prank partner.) There was also Scorpius (who I found out quite quickly to be the brother figure I always wanted but never had.) There was also one other person in the compartment. Yes! Louis Weasley. And unlike James and I, we became enemies.
Apparently, he hated that I had 'stolen' (his words not mine) his best friend and cousin from him. That best mate being James. And I being me punched him when he spoke out his thoughts.
Well, I don't take wrong accusitions lightly.
I became a part of the Weasley family quickly. They took me in just as they had done to Scorpius. Soon, I felt like I belong there. In the chaos that is always there with the family. I loved it to be honest since my own family was nothing like that. I knew my parents love me and I do too but they don't have the much needed time for me. So, soon I felt like a honorary Wotter.
Everything was fine, going well until Victoire and Teddy decided to get married. It was the summer before my sixth year. It was also the summer when my whole relationship with Louis Weasley (which consisted mainly of hating each other, getting into fights and hexing the living crap out of the other) changed.
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Numb. That was what I was feeling. What else I was supposed to feel anyway.
I heard the others suck in a breath at his words.
"What the actual fuck?" That has got to be Fred.
I saw him turn his head to look at his cousin. Confusion still written on his face. As for me, I didn't feel the tears I should seeing him not remember me. Instead I was just numb. Nothing else. I couldn't feel anything.
Slowly the others came back to their senses.
"Louis please tell me this is one of your crude jokes."
Al. I recognised his voice. But couldnot make out where it came from. My eyes were stuck on the blond boy in front of me. Though I found that Al's tone was pleading. He was pleading him to laugh out and tell all of us that it was yet another one of his jokes.
But I knew he wasn't. I could see it in his face. Also, I knew that he wouldn't do this to me.
Suddenly, I couldn't take it anymore. It was too much. The walls seem to come closer. I felt suffocated. I couldn't breathe. Things were going fuzzy. My knees buckled under me. I felt like I was gonna pass out. But I couldn't let that happen. I needed air. So, with one swift turn I ran out of the room.
I didn't stop when I heard my calling after me. Nor did I stop when I heard footsteps after me. I didn't stop until I was out of the dreaded place.
I only stopped when I came out to the Muggle street. And that was also the place where I felt the impact of what happen befall me. I broke down. I couldn't take it anymore. It was all too much.
I felt someone put their arms around me. I felt them hug me murmuring they'll do everything to make sure things become okay.
And that is how I found myself in my apartment which I shared with Louis, crying my eyes out in Scorpius' chest. He kept his arms around me rocking us slowly.
I knew Scorp would be with me through everything. I also knew my friends would be with me in every step. Something I really needed at this time.