Harry Potter

Ron stepped onto the train and went to find a compartment. Nearly all of them were full. But finally, Ron found a compartment about twelve doors away from the driver with a lone boy inside. The boy was about the same height as Ron, with very messy jet black hair and big, thick round glasses that didn't fit him properly and magnified his green eyes to look much bigger than they actually were. He looked as if he had been malnourished and had very pale skin. At first Ron thought he had lived in a dungeon his whole life.

"Anyone sitting there," He asked. "Everywhere else is full." The boy shook his head.

Ron walked in and sat down across from the boy. He was very nervous. He was always nervous when meeting new people. He was a bit worried about the boy as well, as he was starring at him very strangely. It freaked Ron out, but he couldn't leave.

"Hey Ron," Fred and George said. Ron was relieved.

"Listen," Fred said. "We're going down the middle of the train. We just met this boy, Lee Jordan, and he's got a giant tarantula down there."

"Right," Ron mumbled. He wasn't very happy Fred and George weren't going to sit with him, but it wasn't a big surprise. Ron was just not looking forward to sitting alone with the creepy looking kid.

"So Ron, who's you're friend here," George asked.

"Well actually, I don't kn -,"

"I'm Harry Potter. Who are you," The boy said energetically.

"Um…well I'm Fred and this is George. And this is Ron, our brother. Um, we should go. See ya," George replied hastily, before Fred and George left, closing the compartment door behind them.

"Bye," said Harry.

Ron was getting annoyed now. His brothers weren't sitting with him and he didn't know anyone else at the school. The only good thing was that he was a year seven and all the kids in his year were new. So his brothers would have a much harder time finding friends than he would.

Ron turned his eyes back to Harry to find that he was starring creepily at him again. For a while Ron starred back, but thought it looked a bit weird, so he began searching the compartment nervously for something interesting to look at. He found this quite difficult, as the compartment was very dull and ordinary. So he looked out at the people walking past the compartment, waiting for someone to come and join him. But everyone took one look at him and Harry and kept walking, even the year sevens.

"Maybe making friends is going to be harder than I thought," Ron thought to himself.

Almost dieing of boredom, Ron reached inside his backpack and pulled out his doodle book and a pencil. Ron loved his doodle book. He had had it since he was 5 years old. It wasn't a very flash book. In fact it looked terrible. It was old and tatty and covered in stains. It had attained many rips and tears over the years and was only one hit away from falling apart. But even with all that, it was Ron's most prized possession.

Ron's family was very poor and couldn't afford a lot of nice things. So every Christmas or when it was someone's birthday, the whole family would pitch in to get a present for the person. The year Ron had gotten the doodle book was the only year he had ever actually gotten a present he had used more than once. Most of the time he just got something edible or something that he chucked away after a day or two. But since he got that doodle book, he never went anywhere without it. It meant the world to him and not just because it was the best present he had ever gotten. But because of that book, he had become a pretty talented drawer. Well, at least his dad thought so.

He started drawing, noticing out of the corner of his eye that Harry was nodding to himself. Then he stopped nodding and starred at Ron again. Then, still starring at Ron, he lifted his fringe as if he was trying to show Ron something on his forehead. But when Ron looked at his forehead, he saw nothing. Ron ignored him and went back to drawing.

"Yes, but I can't remember it," Harry said. Ron looked up at Harry, who was still starring at him.

"What?" Ron asked.

"Well – I remember a lot of green light, but nothing else," Harry replied. He didn't seem to really be listening to what Ron was saying. Ron went back to drawing, thinking that maybe Harry was just thinking out loud or something.

"Are all your family wizards?" Harry asked. Ron looked back up at Harry. Ron starred at Harry as if he was the craziest person in the world, which the easily could have been.

"There's no such thing as wizards. Kid, are you ok?" Ron asked.

"So you must know loads of magic already."

"Harry, there's no such thing as magic, ok. Do you need to see a nurse or something?" Ron asked, leaning forward and looking into Harry's eyes, but Harry was looking over his head at the space where Ron's head used to be.

"Horrible – well, not all of them. My aunt and uncle and cousin are, though. Wish I'd had three wizard brothers," Harry said.

"Come on kid," Ron said, as he started to stand up. "We should get you some he -."

"What are you doing?" said a red headed woman, as she came charging in and stood between Ron and Harry. She had green eyes just like Harry's and little freckles across her nose. She was skinny, but not nearly as skinny as Harry and fair skin, but compared to Harry she almost looked tanned. Her long, red hair flowed down her back and the look on her face told Ron that he had obviously offended her.

"I – I'm sorry. I was just worried about him," Ron replied, pointing at Harry. Surprisingly, the woman sighed and relaxed her stance between the boys a little.

"I'm sorry young man. I'm Lily Potter, Harry's mother. I've just had to many times where my son's been taken and beaten up because of his condition," said Lily.

"His condition?" Ron repeated questioningly.