Chapter 4
Charlie Potter watched as the Weasley's came through the wall and onto the platform. He watched as the three youngest son's barely glanced at him, instead choosing to help each other get their luggage on the train.
Mr and Mrs. Weasley came over to talk to Lily and James, and Ginny and Percy went to talk to Charlie.
He had had a slight crush on Ginny for a year now, and blushed lightly when she beamed at him.
His thoughts went unwillingly back to his still yet to be seen brother and Fred, George and Ron.
Shaking himself out of his thoughts, he decide to have a good time.
. . .
Ron walked down the hallway of the train, pulling his trunk behind him. Fred and George had left him a couple of compartments down when they had found their group of friends, but he was still looking for either an empty compartment, or one with friendly looking people.
He stopped when he came too a compartment with two people inside. They were both looking at each other, their trunks to the side, and they kept on glancing at the rack where the trunks were supposed to go. Deciding that they looked friendly enough, he knocked and opened the compartment door.
"Do you mind if I sit here?"
They shared a look, before they both looked him up and down, nodding to each other a moment later.
"Sure, if you don't mind helping us with our trunks. We're not sure we can get them on the rack without hurting ourselves." The girl said. She had a rather loud voice, but it had a gentle quality to it.
Ron looked at the trunks already in the compartment, and noticed an owl cage and a cat carrier.
"Ok. I don't mind, as long as you help me with mine as well."
They both nodded, and Ron walked into the compartment, pulling his trunk in behind him.
He studied the people in front of him.
The girl was of average height, around 4'10, and skinny. She had brown bushy hair and light brown eyes that peered at him curiously.
The boy was pretty short, about 4'4, and slightly slimmer. He had long black hair with blue highlights, and light green eyes that looked at him as curiously as the girl.
"What's your name?" The boy's voice was quiet, soft, gentle.
Jasper looked at the new boy. He was tall, around 5'7, with messy red hair and light blue eyes. He was also quite bulky for one of their age.
"I'm Jasper Gibbs, but everyone here will know me as Harry Potter."
Ron gasped. He had heard about the youngest Potter, and had always wanted to be friend with him, not particularly liking the oldest Potter twin.
"I'm Hermione Granger." The girl introduced.
"Hi. I'm Ron Weasley."
They all nodded at each other and turned to the trunks once more.
After staring between his companions and the three trunks, Ron turned to the other children and suggested;
"Alright, Hermione, you grab that end, Harry - " He hastily corrected himself at seeing the glare aimed his way " - Jasper, grab the other end." They did as he said, and he, himself, hooked his hands around the middle of a chestnut coloured trunk. "And on the count of three, we lift. Alright, one, two, three!"
They eventually got all three trunks onto the rack, and sat next to each other on one of the benches, leaning against each other and breathing heavily.
"Thanks for the help, Ron." Jasper said. Ron just nodded, and looked at the cat carrier sitting beside the other boy on the bench.
"What's in that?"
Jasper started and quickly turned around to open the cat carrier.
Out walked a blue-grey cat with rather long fur and blue-green eyes.
"Awww! What's his name?" Hermione squealed.
"His name's Blue." He grimaced. "I got him when I was nine, and couldn't think of anything better." Then he grinned. "I think it suits him though. Don't you?"
Hermione nodded enthusiastically, and held her hand out towards the cat, making a cooing noise and rubbing the tips of her fingers together. Jasper looked at her amused before turning back to Ron.
"He's a magical cat as well." He then shook his head. "Anyway, looking forward to your first year at Hogwarts?"
Ron nodded excitedly.
"Yeah! My brothers have told me loads about it! Two of my brothers, Fred and George, told me that we had to fight a troll for the sorting ceremony! I don't believe them though!"
"So do you have a big family?" Hermione enquired.
"Yeah. I've got five older brothers and a younger sister. My two oldest brothers. Bill and Charlie, have already left home. Bill's a curse breaker for Gringotts, and Charlie is a dragon tamer." He paused at the amazed sounds coming from his two companions. "Percy is the next oldest, and a fifth year at Hogwarts. He's also a Prefect. Fred and George are twins, and my favourite brothers. They're in their third year, and major pranksters. Ginny is a year younger than me, and is starting at Hogwarts next year." Ron paused there for a moment, wondering if he should continue, but he felt he could. There was just a sense of trust he felt for both of them, even though he was pretty sure this was the first time he'd ever met them.
"My parents are Arthur and Molly Weasley. Dad works for the ministry, at the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Department. Mum stays at home. We're an old pureblood family, especially as mum is actually a Prewett. I went to a muggle school for a bit, before my parents decide it was too much work and I wouldn't need to go anyway. I was educated at home after that. I'm scared of spiders and I love good food." Ron finished his explanation. "What about you two?"
Hermione answered before Jasper had the chance too. She didn't even hesitate, felling the same trust as Ron for the two boys.
"I'm an only child, and my full name is Hermione Jean Granger. My parents, Jean and John Granger, are dentists in London. They're Muggle's. I'm a Muggle-born." She stated proudly. "I was bullied when I was in primary school because of my hair and because I'm so smart. I didn't have any friends, and the ones who did befriend me was because they wanted me to do their homework, and they were all horrible. My parents didn't really believe me. They are really proud that I'm a witch and have a chance to meet new people like me. I love to read, and I like sweet things, even though my parents are dentists. I'm scared of mice. "
"Well, as you know, I'm Jasper Ryann Gibbs, originally Harry James Potter. I'm Charles Potter's mostly unknown twin. They gave me to my relatives when I was one, and when I was three, we moved to America. I was adopted when I was five." He paused and looked around at the other two. "What I'm telling you, you mustn't repeat to anyone." After the other two had nodded and gave their word, Jasper continued, unknowingly feeling the same trust in them as the other two did. "I live with my Dad, Leroy Jethro Gibbs. My adopted mum died a few months after I was adopted, along with my new sister, Shannon and Kelly Gibbs. My Dad married again, but divorced her after she pushed me down the stairs because she didn't like kids." He grimaced whilst his new friends scowled slightly. "I've got a rather big family. Grandpa Jack and Aunt Jackie and Grandma Joan - though I don't like her much. And then there's Dad's team - he's an NCIS MCRT leader. There's my big brother Tony, who practically lives with us half the time, Abby, who's my sister and best friend, Ducky, the story-telling grandpa, and then Uncle Mike and Uncle Tom. Uncle Tom's the current Director of NCIS. I'm a half-blood. I'm scared of fire's and I love to read and Chocolate."
They all looked at each other, and nodded.
"Friends?" Jasper asked.
"Friends." Hermione and Ron agreed.
They all grinned at each other, happy to have new friends and not even be at Hogwarts yet.
