A/N: Hello, my friends! I am back with chapter two!
Basically, what I think Ron's POV on their first meeting would be like. I tried not to include too much from the actual books. But, the quotes that are actually from the book are underlined.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything.
"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts, teach us something please!" Fred and George yelled at the top of their lungs.
"BOYS, ENOUGH!" mum finally screamed back. Instantly, the twin terrors shut up. Merlin, they are annoying. So, aside from the growing pit of nerves that seemed to nestle itself in my stomach, nothing was any different this year from the last ones.
It was my first year at Hogwarts, and i wasn't sure what to feel. Excited? After all, I'd finally get to go to the place my parents and brothers have been ranting on about for years. But, I was also nervous. What if I didn't do good enough? I'm not like my other siblings, and not really in a good way.
Bill's the oldest, and he's wicked cool. He's really kind to all of us, and really smart too. Being older than the other 6 of us, he's also super overprotective. Once, a bunch of kids from the town were teasing me about my freckles (It's not my fault I have so many), and he stood up for me and got them to run away. Bill was a Gryffindor, of course, and Head Boy too! He got really good grades, but never had a big head about it. Bill's a curse breaker now, for Gringotts bank. Mum and Dad are really proud of him.
Charlie's next, and while he certainly not Head Boy material, he's Quidditch Captain material. He was a seeker, one of the best for years. Without him, Gryffindor hasn't won the Quidditch Cup in a long time. Everyone was always saying he could've gone professional. But, he followed his obsession with magical creatures and went to Romania to work with dragons. Charlie was never very good with emotions, but he always know how to make me laugh. He is so upbeat and good at reining all of us in.
Percy is third oldest. He's really uptight and rude sometimes. I swear, he likes his books more than he likes us. Percy always seems to have this need to follow the rules, and it's so bad that he rats us out all the time! We could just snag an extra cookie when Percy sees us and runs to Mum. But, of course, he's a prefect, so Mum and Dad adore him and always side with him. Honestly, if he wasn't such a snob and a prat, I'd probably get along with him better.
Fred and George, the twin terrors. They didn't get really good grades, and they were always in trouble, but that's exactly why everyone loves them. They're really popular at Hogwarts, and are huge pranksters. They know how to make everyone laugh. Ever since I was little, Fred and George have seemed to always pick me or Percy as targets for their jokes. When I was three, they turned my teddy bear into a giant tarantula. It's because of them I have a huge fear of spiders!
Then, there's me. Ron Weasley. I'm not exactly anything special. I'm not kind like Bill, and I'm not daring like Charlie. I'm not smart like Percy, and Fred and George are ten times funnier than I could ever be. I'm just the one everyone skips over, the one everyone forgets. Everyone even likes my little sister, Ginny, better.
That's why I'm hoping to prove myself this year. All of my brothers were in Gryffindor, so that's where I'd hope to be. Ravenclaw wouldn't be bad, I guess, but Hufflepuff would be a nightmare! Fred and George would never stop teasing me!
As we get out of the Undetectably Extended car, my nerves just keep growing. Before I know it, we are approaching barrier 9. Mum groaned as she almost slammed into a Muggle man who wasn't watching where he was going.
"Same as always, I see. It's packed with Muggles, of course. People should really watch where they're going, someone could get hurt!" She ranted. She then turned to us. "Now, what's the platform number?"
I rolled my eyes. Of course. I don't know why she always needs to do that. She likes to quiz us before we go, make sure we know where the platform is. As if! We go here every year! We remember it well enough.
Ginny chirped in, "Nine and three-quarters! Mum, can't I go…"
"You're not old enough, Ginny, now be quiet. All right, Percy, you go first." Mum said back. I watched as Percy went through the barrier. "Fred, you next."
"I'm not Fred, I'm George," said Fred. Their classic joke. "Honestly woman, you call yourself out mother? Can't you tell I'm George?"
"Sorry, George, dear."
"Only joking, I am Fred." And with that, he and George went through the barrier, the latter calling him to hurry him.
"Excuse me," I heard a soft voice say behind me. I turned to see a young boy.
He had jet black hair. It lay all over his head, in an untidy mess. His bangs fell over his forehead. His eyes were a bright emerald green, and they were covered by round glasses that were held to gather in the middle by what looked like tape. His shirt seemed several sizes too big, and his pants, being the same, were held up by a belt. He seemed far too scrawny and short. He too had a trunk, but instead, he had a snowy white owl in a cage. My mother responded to him.
"Hello, dear. First time at Hogwarts? Ron's new, too," she gestured to me.
As my mom explained how to get onto the platform, I looked around nervously. I found a clock, and my heart skipped a beat. So close to getting to Hogwarts. My nervousness was at tenfold, and I only zoned back into the conversation when I heard my name.
"—Ron," my mum was saying. The boy nodded and responded quite nervously.
"Er—okay," he said, and despite being pushed around a bit on his way, he made it through the platform barrier just fine.
"Come on, Ron," My mum called back to me. She grabbed hold of my cart with me and wheeled us towards the barrier.
As we stepped out onto Platform 9 3/4, I realized that the black haired boy was nowhere to be found. My parents guided me and Ginny towards the Hogwarts Express. The hustle and bustle was familiar and cheerful, but it did not help to calm me down one bit. I looked over.
There was the black haired boy again. The twins were helping him load his stuff on. They stopped and stared in awe at him, before Mum called them back. The news they came back with was incredible. By that, I don't mean amazing, brilliant, or excellent. I literally mean I didn't believe them at all.
Harry Potter. So, according to the twins, he was Harry Potter. The boy who lived! The one who defeated You-Know-Who! As if. Probably just Fred and George pulling my tail again. I wouldn't put it past them.
I thought about this as I walked through the narrow hallways by the compartments. Glancing in each one, I looked for somewhere to sit.
Finally, I found one, but the black haired boy was in it. Well, guess I'd find out eventually who he really was. Better it be sooner than later. I opened the door and he looked up.
"Anyone sitting there?" I pointed at the seat opposite him. "Everywhere else is full."
He shook his head. As I sat down, I glanced up at him. To my horror, he noticed, so I quickly looked back out the window. Of course, that's when the twins came in.
"Hey Ron. Listen, we're going down the middle of the train — Lee Jordan's got a giant tarantula down there," Fred said.
"Right," I said quietly.
George continued on, introducing himself to the boy. Well, the boy answered to the name Harry, so I guess there was some chance it really was Harry Potter. After they left, I couldn't help myself. "Are you really Harry Potter?"
When he nodded, I gaped. This was him? The boy I'd heard my family (*cough* Ginny *cough*) ramble on about for years? The one they always compared us to? He didn't seem like they said he would be like. I thought he'd be brave, and laugh a lot and being really loud and obnoxious. Like the twins. But, instead, he was quiet and shy. Didn't see that coming.
We chatted on about houses, my insecurities, and our families. I even got to see his scar, which was wicked cool! I really liked him. I hoped we'd become friends. I began to like him even more when he bought out nearly the entire trolley of sweets! Yes, I like food, arrest me.
The rest of the journey was filled with annoying brunette know it alls, a roadless boy, a Malfoy who's butt got kicked by Scabbers, and us just eating the candy and talking. Not so bad, in my mind. But the real fun was in the boats.
Hogwarts was unlike anything I had ever seen. The castle seemed to be built of magic itself. It stood heavenly on the hilltop, gleaming in the moonlight. My brothers had told me all about it, but it was still amazing! I felt the nerves return to my stomach as we clambered up the stone steps to the castle. How did we get sorted? Fred said it was a troll, but I doubt it. Probably some sort of task. Whatever it was, I was going to fail. I know it.
The inside of the castle was just as magnificent. I looked around as Professor McGonagall gave us a speech and the ghosts welcomed us. By this time, I knew the moment was coming.
Every step I took as I walked into the Great Hall seemed to weigh me down. I looked at the Sorting Hat. Patched and worn, it hardly looked like something to be afraid of. When Professor McGonagall explained the process, and the Hat sang the song, some of my nerves decreased. Some, I said, not all.
I watched as that bushy haired girl, Hermione Granger, I think, was her name, was put in Gryffindor. I groaned. Figures! Now, if I do get Gryffindor, I'll have to deal with her.
As Harry was sorted into Gryffindor, I cheered.
Finally, the moment arrived. Walking up on shaky legs, I sat and the Hat was placed on my head, covering my eyes. A voice sounded in my ears.
Ahh, Ron Weasley I see. Another one, it said.
Please, not Slytherin, not Hufflepuff either! I thought back.
Relax, boy. I can see you aren't Slytherin material. I relaxed a bit at that. Quite loyal, too. But, I can see you are not a Hufflepuff. You do have intelligence, but no overwhelming drive to learn.
I perked up. The other three were down! That means…
Yes, I can see you have great potential for it. Merlin, the hat was reading my mind, wasn't it? Yes, I am reading your mind. I can see, you have a future. You are very braver, braver than you know. Lots of nerve, I can see, and much more… so that'll be… GRYFFINDOR!
As the Hat shouted those last words, and I took it off to walk towards the Gryffindor table, I saw my brothers and Harry cheering ecstatically with everyone else, excitement in their eyes. With this, I realized that school might not be so bad after all.
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