Ron wasn't the most talented wizard in the world.
Or the neatest.
Or the smartest.
But Harry knew, from the second he had walked through that train door to when he had left his jumper on his bed, there was something captivating about him. His smile, his hair, his nose.. had all seemed so… Well, that's the thing, he didn't know what. And now, locked up in his room, it was all he could think about. What was so special about him-?
He sighed and went back to grooming Hedwig. Man, the bird needed it- dust and vegetables had intertwined themselves into her feathers. Harry's hair was even worse, it was like a bird had made a nest in there and forgotten about it. He'd even managed to get a feather stuck in it for pete's sake-
Hedwig was in the middle of assaulting the hairbrush when a shrill knock came from the door. Harry slowly put down Hedwig and reached for the door. Suddenly, Petunia's hand shot through the cat-flap on the door, clutching a very watery bowl of soup. Harry snatched it from her and rushed to his bed. He quickly downed it all in one gulp before stopping, collecting all of the few vegetables and pouring them into Hedwig's bowl. Hedwig gave him a distinctly ruffled look and teetered to the side.
"Don't turn your beak up at it, it's all we've got."
Hedwig gave Harry a death glare before settling down inside her cage, leaving the food untouched.
A few hours later..
Harry groaned. He'd just had the weirdest dream, that he was in a cage and the dursleys were goggling at him and someone was rattling the bars and-
Harry stopped. Someone was goggling at him. A red haired, long nosed someone.
Ron Weasely was outside of his window.
