Ron Weasley: The Boy who lived
Disclaimer: I wish I owned all the HP characters (especially Sirius!) but I don't. So there we go!
Summary: AU. Harry Potter isn't the boy who brought down the dark lord. His parents are alive, and Sirius is free. Instead, somebody else receives that lightening shaped scar that fateful Halloween…
I am so so so so so so so so sorry this has taken me months to write and upload but I have been so busy! My English teacher has decided she hates me and gave me tonnes of homework then told me I was going to fail anyways so I've been trying to complete it all to her standards. Pfft!
So here is the next chapter and I will try to not desert the story for another three months this time!
Oh, also I'm ill at the moment and so I'm finding it hard to concentrate so I don't know what this chapter is actually going to be like. So sorry :op
To the platformThe rest of the summer went by very slowly for Ron. Since him and Dave had gotten back from Diagon Alley, Dave had barely spoken two words to Ron and had left him alone with his own thoughts.
Ron couldn't wait to get to Hogwarts. He read through all his school books which seemed interesting enough and wondered if he'd make any friends once he was there. He thought of the boy he'd seen in Diagon Alley who'd introduced himself as Harry. He wondered if he'd be friends with him as he'd seemed pretty nice.
Soon September the 1st arrived. Ron woke up early and got ready and sat with his wand and school stuff packed in a trunk next to him and also the cage containing his owl. Too nervous to eat properly, he nibbled on a piece of toast until Dave reluctantly entered the room.
"Ronald, um, I can't take you to the station. Urgent work, I really need to get to the office. Look, take this money and get a taxi to the station."
He handed Ron some money and walked out through the door.
Charming, thought Ron. See you next summer I suppose.
Half an hour later, and Ron was on his way in a taxi to Kings Cross Station. He felt his stomach starting to get really nervous. He knew he had plenty of time, but still, what if he'd gotten the time wrong and the train had left? What if he couldn't find a seat?
He arrived at the station and paid the driver who was glaring at Ron's owl locked inside its cage. With a quick thanks, Ron put his trunk and cage onto a trolley and strolled it into the building hoping to find the platform nine and three quarters…
…Only to find there wasn't one. There was platform nine, and next to it platform ten. Ron glanced down at his ticket to check he'd seen right. Yup. There is was. Nine and three quarters, but no such platform existed apparently.
Looking around, Ron hoped to see some sort of clue that this wasn't all just a big joke and that maybe he'd just missed the platform by accident. Well, he still couldn't see it, but there was a family walking towards him, and they had an owl!!
Looking more closely, Ron also noticed that the boy holding the owl's cage was none other than Harry.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Ron started walking towards the family who were standing by a wall between platforms nine and ten. As he was making his way there though, a large group of people pushed their way in front of him and when they'd passed, half the Harry's family had disappeared!!
Ron decided the only thing for it was to ask. He walked up to a woman with long red hair and green eyes who Ron thought must have been Harry's mother and asked
"Excuse me, but I..I'm a first year and I.."
"Oh you don't know how to get onto the platform? Oh don't worry. I remember when I was a first year I didn't know either." The woman gave him a kind smile.
"All you have to do is walk into that barrier between nine and ten, see it? That will take you to nine and three quarters."
Ron looked at her, not knowing whether to believe her or not.
"How about me and Kerry go with you. We'll run if you're nervous."
Ron noticed a small girl standing next to the kind woman. She looked a lot like her mother except for her eyes, which were a light blue. She smiled happily at him and took his hand.
"Come on, lets go!" she said as she dragged him along and started running straight towards the barrier.
Ron shut his eyes waiting for the crash, but it never came. Daring to open his eyes he was met with a wonderful site! A scarlet steam train was billowing smoke and kids with their families were standing around, hugging goodbye or running up to meet their friends.
Ron felt kind of sad. He stood there, suddenly feeling very alone until he felt a tap on his back. Turning around he saw Kerry, still smiling away.
"Come on and meet my brother. You'll like him!"
I will have to stop there for now as my head is killing me. I'll write some more later I promise!!
