Edward Black

"Ron, Ed" Mrs Weasley's voice travels upstairs, "Hurry up, you guys don't want to be late!"

"Coming," I yell, turning to Ron. He's busy stuffing things into his trunk. "Ron, do you know where my textbooks are?"

He looks up, "I'm not sure, check the desk drawer."

I find my books in the top desk drawer and toss them into my trunk.

"Ronald! Edward!" Mrs Weasley shouts, "Get downstairs! We're going to be late!"

I throw Ron a look, "Hurry up. Your mom sounds angry."

He shoves a couple more things into his trunk, "I'm not done packing yet."

I walk over and look at what he's packed, "That looks like enough. I think you've got everything."

"Ron! Ed!" It's Percy's voice now. "Hurry up!"

"Come on Ron," I say, picking up my trunk. "I'm sure you've got everything."

"Okay," he says, starting to drag his trunk down the stairs, "Let's go."

I drag my trunk to the door, then pause. I turn around to look at our bedroom one last time. I won't see it again for ten months.

A tear falls onto my hand and I realize that I'm crying. The Weasleys have always been my family and I'm not ready to be all on my own. Well, not all on my own, Ron is coming with me and the twins and Percy will be at Hogwarts too. But I don't want to be away from the only place where I feel safe.

I spot my framed photo on my nightstand and quickly grab it. How could I have almost left it here? I look at the photo, a gift from my godfather, and smile. A tall man with dark hair and a smiling blond woman wave from inside of it. My dad, Sirius Black and my mom, Laura Scamander. Remus Lupin, my godfather, told me that they were both killed during the First Wizarding War. My dad was killed during a battle but he didn't have to tell me how my mom had died. I could never forget.

Even though I was just a year old, I will remember the day my mom died forever. She was singing me to sleep when there was a knock on the door. She had peered out the window and gasped. She picked me up and placed me into a closet. There were loud shouts and my mum's frantic pleading. There was a yell, a thump, and then nothing. I heard the people searching about, then they left. My mum's quick thinking probably saved my life. However, I hate crowded and small spaces now, they horrify me and all I can think about is my mom and how she died protecting me.

Remus wanted to raise me, but decided to give me to the Weasleys, he thought that his lyncanthrophy wouldn't allow him to raise me properly. He visits at least twice a month, that's another thing I'll miss, not being able to see him.

"Ed!" Percy shouts, jerking me from my thoughts, "Come on! I'm a Prefect, I can't be late!"

"Sorry!" I yell back, quickly brushing away my tears. "I'm coming."

I carefully place the framed photograph into my trunk. Then, I run down the stairs, dragging my trunk along with me.

"Finally," George says, "I thought you were going to make us late."

"Yeah," Fred agrees, "That would have been dreadful."

"Well, I'm here now." I say, passing my trunk to Mr Weasley, who goes outside to put it inside his car.

Ron and Ginny are talking by the door.

"I'm really going to miss you two," she says when she sees me approaching.

"I'm going to miss you too." I say, pulling her into a hug.

"The house is going to be so boring without anyone here."

"Don't worry," Ron says, "We'll make lots of friends and we can bring them round with us next summer."

"Maybe you guys will meet Harry Potter." Ginny says, a wistful smile on her face. "Mom," she says, turning to Mrs Weasley who comes up behind her, "I wish I could go too."

"Don't worry Ginny dear, you're going to Hogwarts next year." Mrs Weasley says as Ron and I exchange a smile of our own. I love Ginny, don't get me wrong, she's fierce, funny and great at Quidditch, but her Harry Potter obsession can sometimes get annoying.

"Alright everyone," Mr Weasley says once he's back inside, "Let's go."

The eight of us easily fit into the Ford Angelina. Mrs Weasley purses her lips, it's common knowledge that she doesn't approve of her husband using magic on muggle items. It's against the law and goes directly against his job, he works with cases of wizards enchanting muggle items. However she still gets in, she wants to see us off to Hogwarts, especially since Mr Weasley took the day off so he could see be with us before we go to Hogwarts.

Mr and Mrs Weasley sit in the front. Percy grumbles about having to sit in the back row alongside the twins. Ron and I grin when we get to sit in the middle row. Ginny comes and sits with us, claiming one of the window seats. Ron is quick to claim the other.

I grimace and sit in between Ron and Ginny. I bite my lip, hoping I won't get too uncomfortable.

"Do I have to sit in the middle?" I ask, fidgeting and shifting in my seat as the car starts.

"Well, you forgot to call the window." Ginny says in her child like way. So sweet you can't really say anything to her.

I sigh and look down at my lap. Suddenly the sound of my mum's screaming starts in my ears. Her petrified, loud, pleading screams. My hands start to shake and I force myself to take deep slow breaths. It doesn't work.

I hear Ginny and Ron joke about something. Ginny's laughing so hard she has tears rolling down her cheeks. She looks up at me and her expression quickly changes to one of worry and concern, "Ed, are you okay?"

Ron looks over at me, confused and then realization dawns on his face. He's the only one besides Remus who knows how much I hate small spaces like this.

"Here," he says quickly, undoing his seat belt, "Let's trade spots."

There's a loud bang from the back and then Percy's shout,

"Hey! Fred! That was not funny."

"Sorry about that Perce," Fred says, "It just slipped out of my hand."

"Mum," Percy shouts. I don't hear the rest of what he says. All I can hear are the shouts of the people who killed my mum. Then the blast and the thud. It repeats again and again in my brain. I slide down lower in my seat, focusing on a speck of dirt on the rear view mirror.

"Everything alright over there dears," Mrs Weasley asks, turning around to look at the back where I can faintly hear Percy and the twins arguing.

"We're alright mom." George says cheerfully. I hear Percy's grumbling and muttered scoldings.

Mrs Weasley looks over at us, "Everything alright with you three as well?"

I sit up straight again and paste a smile on my face, trying not to let her see how flushed my face probably is. Her gaze slides over to Ron.

"Ronald!" She scolds, "Put your seat belt back on!"

Ron grimaces and does as Mrs Weasley asked.

"Sorry," he mouths at me once she turns back around. He knows I don't want anyone in the family to know about my fear. He leans in closer and whispers, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine." I mutter, giving him a forced smile. He gives me a You are the worst liar ever look. I raise my eyebrows at him at him and look over at Ginny, she still has a worried look on her face. Ron seems to get my hint and engages her in a conversation about Quidditch. I'm glad, it's frustrating when people watch me while I get all flustered like this.

I spend the rest of the trip to King's Cross working on my breathing and getting my hands to stop trembling. I recover enough to join in on Ron and Ginny's conversation about the Chudley Cannons. When the car stops, I'm the first one out, I walk away from the car, breathing in the crisp autumn air. I hear footsteps from behind me.

"Ed," it's Ron, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," I say, turning around, "I'm fine. Just needed some fresh air."

He smiles, "Good, come on then. Mom says we only have ten minutes to get on the train."

I follow Ron back to the car and get my trunk. Mrs Weasley and Ginny both look at me but say nothing.

"I still can't believe you two exploded that thing in my face." Percy grumbles, wiping what I realize to be soot off his face.

"I already told you Perce," Fred says, a grin on his face. "It was an accident."

After Percy, Fred and George get their trunks, we set off for Platform 9 and three quarters.

I can't help but think that we must look like such a strange group to the muggles.. A group of eight, five people with trolleys, one owl and a rat. It's also that there are eight of us, seven with flaming red hair, and one with short tousled black hair. Remus says that I got my looks from my dad but my personality is just like my mom.

"It's the same every year." Mr Weasley says, leading us through the crowd. The twins follow him with Percy right behind them. The three of them are very eager to get back to Hogwarts. Mrs Weasley is holding Ginny's hand to make sure she won't get lost. I stay close to Ron, trying to get away from the big groups of people rushing around.

"I'm so nervous," he says, "I hope we do well at Hogwarts."

"Me too, but I'm sure we'll do fine."

"I quite like King's Cross." Mrs Weasley says, a smile on her face, "It's full of wizards and packed with muggles of course."

The eight of us stop near Platform 8, we aren't supposed to let the muggles think Platforms nine and ten are any more important than the other platforms are.

"Now what's the platform number?" She asks, directing this question to Ginny, who was bound to be feeling quite bummed out that she wasn't going to be able to go to Hogwarts yet.

"Nine and three quarters!" Ginny pipes up, looking up at her mom sadly, "Mom, can't I go..."

You're not old enough, Ginny, now be quiet." Mrs Weasley says, seeming more focused on getting us into the train in time. "Alright, Percy, you go first. Arthur, how about you go with him?"

The two of them walked over to the spot between platforms nine and ten. They wait until there is a large group of people passing by and then walked into the crowd and through the barrier. There's a slight rustle from behind us and out of the corner of my eye, I notice a small black haired boy watching us curiously. At first I panic, thinking he's a muggle but then I take a closer look at him. He seems to be about my age and he has a trolley, so I guess that he is probably starting at Hogwarts this year. There isn't anyone with him and he seems quite lost, he's probably from a muggle family.

I am so busy watching the boy that I miss Fred and George going through the barrier. However, I do catch them doing their usual, I'm not Fred, I'm George thing. The boy looks at them with awe and confusion. He looks around, seems to decide on something, and rolls his trolley over to where we are standing.

"Excuse me," he says, looking at Mrs Weasley.

"Hello dear," Mrs Weasley says, smiling down at him. "First time at Hogwarts? Ron and Ed are new too."

He looks over at us and Ron smiles at him.

"Yes," he says, "The thing is, I don't know how to-"

"How to get onto the platform?" Mrs Weasley asks kindly.

The boy nods and I look around for his family. There isn't anyone who is near us or even someone who seems to be looking for him. He couldn't have come here alone.

"All you have to do is walk straight through there." Mrs Weasley was saying, pointing at the barrier between platforms nine and ten, "Don't be scared that you'll crash into it, you won't. Better to do it at a run if you're nervous."

His green eyes widen in confusion and a hint of fear. I can't help but think he looks awfully familiar.

"Here, you can go before Ron and Ed."

He walks slowly in front of the barrier. He waits for a few seconds, probably to build up the courage to run into a seemingly solid wall. Then he ran for the barrier, his eyes shut tightly. He passes through the barrier and Mrs Weasley turns to us.

"You two can go together," she says, "I'll come after you two with Ginny."

Ron grins at me and we head for the barrier. I close my eyes and run, hearing Ron beside me. We pass through the barrier and emerge on the other side.

The Hogwarts Express looks every bit stunning as it did a few months ago, when we picked up Percy and the twins for summer break. I feel a burst of excitement explode in my stomach, after watching kids go on the Hogwarts Express for years, I would finally get to go on it myself. Ron has the same eager look on his face.

"Come on," he says, walking towards the train, "Let's get our trunks on the train."

That proves to be a difficult task however. Nearly all the compartments are full and Ron and I have nowhere to put our trunks. We finally find an empty compartment and put our trunks inside.

"Let's go, my mom is probably waiting for us."

We walk back out, passing one of the twins friends. I think his name starts with a L, Lee or something like that. He has a big tarantula in his hand. Ron shudders violently and walks faster. I do an awkward half-jog to keep up with him.

"Are you nervous?" I ask after he slows down. "You know, to finally be going to Hogwarts."

"Yeah," he says, "But I'm really excited too."

I find Mrs Weasley and we get off the train to say goodbye.

"I'm really going to miss you two." Mrs Weasley says, giving us both a hug. Ron looks a little embarrassed, but I can't help but feel pleased.

"I'm going to miss you too Mrs Weasley," I say, "Thank you for taking care of me."

"You don't have to say thanks for that." Ron says, lightly punching my shoulder. "You're our family."

I grin, "Thanks."

Mrs Weasley smiles at me before calling through the train door, "Fred? George? Are you there?"

"Coming, mom." I hear Fred and George say in unison.

"Ron," Mrs Weasley says, "You've got something on your nose."

She pulls out a handkerchief and starts to rub the end of his nose with it. I crack up and start laughing.

"Mom," Ron groans, shooting me a glare, "Get off me."

He wriggles free and I hear Fred and George chuckle behind me.

"Has little Ronnie got something on his nose."

"Shut up." Ron says, the tips of his ears turning red.

Percy walks toward us and starts talking about the prefects compartment. Fed and George start joking around and I can't help but think about how much I'll miss them when we are all at Hogwarts. I really hope that both Ron and I will get sorted into Gryffindor, just like the rest of the Weasley family, just like my dad.

"Fred and George, please look after Ron and Ed."

"Don't worry mom, little Ronnie and Eddie are safe with us."

Ron and I roll our eyes.

"Shut up you two," Ron and I say in unison.

"Anyway mom," Fred says, swiftly changing the topic, "Guess who we just met on the train? You know the black haired boy who was with us in the station? Do you know who he is?"

"Who?" Mrs Weasley asks.

"Harry Potter!"

Ginny's jaw drops, "Oh mom, can I go on the train and see him? Please?"

"No, you've already seen him Ginny. Besides, the poor boy isn't someone you goggle at in a zoo. I wondered why he was alone, he was so polite when he asked how to get onto the platform."

Ron and I exchange looks, could Fred and George actually be telling the truth, or were they just trying to get Ginny excited?

Ron shrugs but I whisper, "That boy did look awfully familiar and besides, he's in our year, there's a high chance that those two are telling the truth."

The whistle sounded and the twins leap onto the train.

"Off you go, you two." Mrs Weasley says, pushing us onto the train. "If you forgot something, I'll send it to you by owl. Go on then, have a great year."

She hugs us and then we get onto the train behind Fred and George. Ginny starts to cry.

"Don't cry Ginny," I say, leaning out far enough to squeeze her hand and smile, "We'll send you an owl every week."

"Yeah," George chimes in from behind me, "We'll send you a toilet seat fresh from Hogwarts."

I snort and nearly fall off the train. Ron grabs me by the shirt to keep me from face-planting onto the platform.

"George!" Mrs Weasley scolds as I regain my balance.

"I was only joking mom."

The train starts to move. Mrs Weasley and Ginny wave until the train turns a corner and we can't see them anymore.

I feel a great leap of excitement, I'm going to Hogwarts!

"Come on," Ron says, his eyes sparkling, "Let's find a compartment."

So here's the first chapter of this story. I'm writing this for sketchywolf and it's basically about two of their OC's, Edward and Cecile (who is introduced in the next chapter), and what it would have been like if they attended Hogwarts alongside the Golden Trio. I really hope you enjoyed this chapter, if you did please leave a review, it would make my day.