/March 1st, 1991/

I slipped on this year's sweater and let Vinnie, my ferret, upon my shoulder. Every year on Christmas the Hogwarts age kids got a sweater of their house colors and on everyone's birthday, they got their own personal colors on a sweater. It was sweet, much nicer than when Molly only put the Griffindor colors on everybody.

This year's sweater was a royal blue with, like always, a silver R. I smiled wholeheartedly "Thanks Arthur, it looks great!"

He smiled, he had new streaks of white in his hair but when he was with us, he seemed to get younger. Charlie threw me his gift, knowing I would catch it. His hair was shorter now, neater because I had made him go to the barbershop. I sliced the packaging open with a wandless and wordless spell, no longer shocking my family as they were used to it.

Out tumbled a pair of muggle boots and I gasped, "you got me, Doc Martens?"

He smiled, "I knew you had been wanting them. There are a bunch of different laces in there too."

I put them on, passively putting on purple laces because... Well if you know, you know. (1) Charlie saw them and chuckled, high-fiving me. Bill handed me his present, three new books on extremely advanced potions.

I grinned, "Thanks, bro. I'm still so happy that you all support me in trying to become a potions master."

"It's what family does, R. Support each other." He patted my back, smiling affectionately.

The other gifts included another earring from Fred (a cuff with a small cauldron charm hanging off of it), a scarf that was enchanted to match my house colors from George, and a gift card for a coffee shop in Hogsmeade from Percy with a note that said, 'I know you'll be sneaking off and I am not encouraging it but like... I won't stop you.'

I put on the earring and stood, "Time to shop!"

Arthur smiled and linked arms with me, everybody ready to apparate. I tucked Vinnie in my pocket, put a notice me not on my eyes, and grabbed Arthur tightly, getting squeezed through oblivion. We landed inside Flourish and Blotts and got my school books quickly, actually having enough money as Molly wasn't practically throwing it away.

We split up, all getting my school stuff and going to lunch at The Hazel Cottage, "Glad we didn't go in summer, the crowd then is terrible."

Bill nodded in agreeance, "Yeah but it's mostly unavoidable if you weren't the first year."

"This is true." I bit into my sandwich, "The last thing today is my wand. I'm excited even if I much prefer wandless."

Arthur nodded, "We'll head to Ollivander's once you finish eating- and you're done eating. Well, I suppose we're going now."

I grinned at him, standing up quickly. We walked there as it was just across the street, Arthur put a hand on my shoulder. I turned to him, confused, "Aren't you coming in?"

"No, this is something you have to do by yourself. A wand is personal." He Pats my shoulder and gave me a fatherly smile, sending me into the store.

I walked in, not seeing anybody at first, "Yo is anyone here?"

An old, wrinkly dude (Ollivander) rolled in, catching sight of me and letting out a low gasp, "A purple-eyed Weasley?"

I cursed, reapplying the notice me not, "I'm just trying to get a wand."

"Wandless magic in a wand shop?" He teased, "How impolite."

He reached behind him, pulling out a wand box and pulling out the wand. I caught a whiff of it, gross. I scrunched up my nose, "No, that isn't it." He hummed, not questioning me. It went on like this for a while, until I had an idea, "Are there any wand with different cores than the main three?"

He considered my question thoughtfully, "I suppose there are a few in the back, allow me to retrieve them."

He did and came back holding five boxes. I went through four and was about to make it five when I smelt the last one, "Heavenly."

I picked it up and was surrounded by a purple mist. He looked shocked, "Well Mr. Weasley. That wand was made by my teacher and is quite powerful. Curupira hair core, silver lime wood, 14 1/2 inches with unyielding flexibility."

I smiled, it was an amazing wand.

/September 1st, 1991/

I washed my hands in the train bathroom, no need to be unsanitary. Walking out, I realized there had been a rush of students to get on the train and there were no empty compartments left. Great.

Guess I'm sitting by Potter again. Hey, maybe I can make him a Slytherin. I think I know where his compartment is, I walked by it on the way here. It should be... There! I grinned, knocking on the door."Come in!" Harry called.

I stepped in, "Mind if I sit? The other compartments are mostly full."

"Go ahead." He smiled. His scar was more like actual lightning than the cartoonish shit that he was thought to have, his hair was loose and messy and he had an Indian complexion. I sat across from him, crossing my legs and he spoke up, "What's your name?"

"It is customary to introduce yourself first but I will excuse you. I am Ronald Weasley, though friends call me R." I held out my hand and he took it, embarrassed.

"Sorry, I'm Harry Potter."

I smiled and we talked about Hogwarts for a bit, eventually getting on the topic of houses, "So what house are you wanting to be in? I'm hoping for Slytherin myself."

"Um, I don't know. Hagrid said Slytherin's are evil but I feel that's where I should go. Maybe Gryffindor would be more suited to me?" He nervously started, rubbing the back of his neck.

"No, Slytherins aren't evil. They're just ambitious and clever." I paused, "A few Slytherins have been twisted into evil things and then they're good at doing that, so all Slytherins get the blame when in reality, the majority of them are politicians and world leaders."

He thought about what I said for a minute and I allowed his silence until he finally broke it, "Then I think I'll be a Slytherin."

Just then, the door opened, revealing a pretty, mixed girl with slightly larger than average front teeth and coiled hair, "Have you seen a toad? It responds to Trevor."

"Now, I would normally say that was quite impolite to burst in without knocking but as I can tell, this is a matter of importance, I will not say as such but instead, Accio Trevor the toad." I didn't bother to wave my wand but the toad appeared in my hand anyways.

She looked starstruck, "That's- Thank you! Oh, I'm Hermione Granger."

"Ronald Weasley, call me R though. That's Harry Potter. You can sit with us if you'd like?" I motioned to the seat beside me.

She perked up at Harry's name but didn't mention it, "Unfortunately I can't, Neville is waiting for me and we'll arrive any minute. I hope to see you at the sorting though."

I nodded and Harry waved goodbye as she shut the door. Dang, if that was how Hermione looked, I didn't blame him for falling for her. But I don't uh... Swing that way.

We changed into our robes and got off the train, following Hagrid to our boats.

(1) Purple laces are for gay pride