-I do not own Twilight or Harry Potter or any characters related to the books-
-Sorry if it's a little boring-
-I'm skipping all events up until the train station, after Vernon drops them off-
September 1, 1991
Today was the day. The day that magical children all across Britain would head to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Harry and Ashlyn barely had enough time to grab their trunks and animal cages before Uncle Vernon peeled out of his parking space and raced down the street, leaving the two kids standing outside the station.
Ashlyn POV
I can't believe we're finally free; I couldn't wait until we were out of that house and free to go learn magic. We had everything packed almost three days before we even left and today we got up bright and early. Not even Petunia's screeching could ruin my good mood.
But now Harry and I were standing outside King's Cross Station, and we had no idea where Platform 9 ¾ was. In the few times we had been here before to go visit Aunt Marge there was never a Platform 9 ¾.
As we walked inside I noticed some people giving Harry and I odd stares, especially since we had a sleeping owl sitting on the luggage trolley. We walked for ten minutes until we came across Platform 9, and about thirty feet away was Platform 10. No Platform 9 ¾ anywhere in sight.
After staring at the two for ten minutes Harry spoke, "Maybe we should ask someone, because it doesn't look like anyone else has a Hogwarts trunk."
"Yeah, great idea, there's someone that works here over there, come on." I replied as we headed a little closer towards Platform 8.
"Excuse us sir, but could you tell us how to get to Platform 9 ¾?" Harry asked the man in blue. He just stared at us for several moments before he chuckled and said,
"There is no such thing as Platform 9 ¾ kids, let me see your ticket." He was still laughing quietly as I handed him my train ticket. He looked at it a few moments and noticing that our tickets did say Platform 9 ¾, he sighed, "Look kid, this is probably some kind of joke."
"Yeah sure." Harry replied as he grabbed my hand and pulled me back towards Platform 9, we knew it wasn't a joke, we had seen the magic for ourselves.
Harry's POV
Well, this is going absolutely great, I thought. Not only couldn't we find the platform, but there was only twenty minutes until the train took off, and we had to be on that train, we just had to. I was not about to have us go back to our loving family when we were suppose to be at Hogwarts.
Ash and I stood by Platform 9 for another ten minutes, looking for anyone that looked like they were heading to the school as well. But we didn't see anyone. Another two minutes passed before I heard a group of people talking. "Hey Ash look" I whispered pointing to a family of read heads, "they look like their going to Hogwarts too. Come on let's follow them, they'll know how to get to the Platform."
She stayed quiet as she grabbed my left and we walked slowly behind the large family dressed in robes.
(Conversation)
'Look at all the muggles Gred'a boy of about thirteen with red hair said.
'Oh yes Forge, how much fun it looks like they are having' an identical boy replied to what seemed to be his twin.
'Indeed, we should help them have more fun'the first boy said again.
'Come now boys, we must hurry; the train is leaving in ten minutes' a man that seemed to be the father of the group said.
'Why they put the platform in a muggle train station is always beyondme'the mother of the group said.
Ashlyn's POV
Harry and I walked behind the family for about a minute, wondering at their conversation, what were they talking about? But Harry decided to make our presence known, but because we had seen people's reaction to us we hid our scars with our hair.
I swept my light blonde bangs over the left side of my face, effectively covering my scar, then I fixed Harry's black fringe to cover his face. When I was sure that they wouldn't recognize us I grabbed his hand and walked towards the family, waiting for him to speak. I ignored the small spark I felt when I grabbed his hand.
He raised his hand and tapped on the mother's shoulder lightly, "Excuse me ma'am."
She turned around and smiled at him, "Hello dearies, what can we do for you?"
Now I spoke up, still holding Harry's hand, "We were wondering if you could help us get to the platform, we've been trying to find it for almost twenty minutes now."
She looked at us for a second, then at our trunks, and seeing the owl she must have realized we were going to Hogwarts as well.
"Oh of course…of course, let me introduce you to my children, their going to Hogwarts too." She said and nodded to each child as she named them. "Percy is a fifth year, the twins Fred and George, my youngest son Ronald, he's a first year too. And my daughter Ginny, she's going to Hogwarts next year."
The girl smiled and giggled when she saw Harry.
"Nice to meet you." Harry said, not wanting to introduce us, I nodded my greeting.
"Yes, Percy you first, get a good running start." She said to her son as I watched him run straight at the brick wall between platform 9 and 10. I waited on baited breath for the impact but it never came, the boy named Percy just walked right through the brick wall.
Third Person POV
One by one the Weasley children went through until it was Harry and Ashlyn's turn. Mrs. Weasley turned to the two unknown children and pointed to Ashlyn, "You first dear, remember a good grip on the trolley and a good running start."
And with that Ashlyn ran towards the wall, she was still nervous even though she knew that she would pass right through. The fact that you're running towards an unmovable object scared her. But as she walked to the other side of the barrier she couldn't help but let out a gasp of surprise as she stepped out of the way, knowing Harry would be coming through.
Twenty seconds later the two Children-Who-Lived walked around Platform 9 ¾, looking at the gleaming scarlet train that had the words Hogwarts written on the side in gold. There were families milling about saying last minute good byes to their kids, children and parents hoisting trunks and cages onto the train, and kids waving out windows.
They watched the Weasley children saying goodbye to their parents as they climbed onto the train to look for a compartment. They found an empty one at the back, and as Harry put their trunks into the overhead compartment Ashlyn opened the window and then took out Calli, (A/N short for Calliope her cat). Harry and Ashlyn sat down next to each other when the train started, both of them playing with the small white kneazle.
The Children-Who-Lived enjoyed their quiet company, just enjoying the other's company for the first part of their train ride. They had no desire to go talk with the other kids, they knew that they were whispered at, and they did not enjoy people staring at them.
Thirty minutes into the ride Harry and Ashlyn were talking about what they had read in Hogwarts: a History, when there was a knock at the door. As they turned towards the sound, the read headed boy-Ronald, came in and asked, "Can I sit here, my brother's ditched me, and all the other compartments are full?"
"Sure" Ashlyn said while petting the now sleeping Calli in her lap.
"Thanks." He replied. "I'm Ron, Ron Weasley."
__Harry, Ron, Ashlyn, Hermione__
Knowing they had to tell them their names Harry Potter stuck his hand out and said, "Harry Potter and this is Ashlyn Tullman."
The compartment was quiet for a few moments until Ron's eyes flicked toward the location of their scars, which were still covered by the black and blonde hair.
"Do you really have the scar?" He whispered while pointing to his forehead, he said it like it was some big secret.
Ashlyn nodded and said, "Yeah." While moving her bangs out of the way.
"Wicked."
"Yeah." The Girl-Who-Lived replied awkwardly.
The children talked for a while but mostly stayed quiet until the snack trolley came in.
"Anything from the trolley dears?" A kind old woman asked.
"No thanks, I'm set." He said dejectedly while holding up small sand which bag.
"Yes, please." Harry said while grabbing five gold galleons out of his pocket. The Weasley child could only stare at the amount of money. Harry and Ashlyn bought a little of everything: Licorice Wands, Chocolate Frogs, Berty Bott's Every Flavored Beans, Pumpkin Pasties, Cauldron Cakes, and Drooble's Best Blowing Gum.
After eating for about two minutes the two noticed that Ron Weasley was staring at them, not eating his opened sand which.
"You want some?" Ashlyn ventured.
"Yeah." He said, but before the words even left his mouth the sand which was put away and he was grabbing a box of Chocolate Frogs, and Berty Bott's. The other two occupants of the compartment stared at him as he shoved food into his mouth. The next two hours were spent in a slightly awkward silence. No one knew what to say, and any conversations started were quickly finished. And Harry and Ashlyn didn't want to start any conversations with the stranger in their compartment.
Soon Ron spoke, "You guys wanna see some magic?" he said while pulling out a short, fat, dark brown wand.
"Ugh, sure." Harry said while he watched as the other boy pulled out a rat that was missing a toe.
"I'm gonna turn him yellow. My brother George taught me the spell last week."
"Cool." But what no one knew was that this spell was a fake. Harry and Ashlyn watched as he waved his wand and spoke a rhyme.
"Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid, fat rat yellow."
Nothing happened, no color change, not even one hair on the old rat's body turned yellow.
"Well…that was umm…interesting." Harry said while Ron's face turned the same shade of red as his hair.
Suddenly the door barged open and a girl with bushy hair and slightly buck teeth came into their compartment. She looked around a bit before she spoke.
"Have you seen a toad? A boy named Neville lost one." She said snobbishly while turning to look at Ron. "Oh are you doing magic, I would love to see, and what spell are you doing?" She rushed out.
"He was going to turn his rat yellow, but that didn't work to well." Ashlyn said while turning to face her and sticking her hand out for her to shake. "Hi, I'm Ashlyn Tullman. What's your name?"
"Ashlyn Tullman…your one of the Children-Who-Lived. I've read all about what happened to you and Harry Potter. I'm Hermione Granger."
"Hey, I'm Harry Potter." He said while shaking her hand and giving her a small nod.
"Oh my gosh, this is exciting." She said, but then she noticed the tape holding his round glasses together. "Oh let me fix those for you, I read about the charm this summer." She said while taking out a long light brown wand and saying a clear, "Reparo."
All of the children watched as a spark touched Harry's glasses and the tape disappeared, the crack now gone.
"Oh that was in the Charm's book. I haven't read that one yet, I've only read half of it so far."
Harry just rolled his eyes; Ashlyn had made him start reading some of the books as well. Ron Weasley just listened to the conversation incredulously, wondering why they would want to read text books over the summer.
The conversation continued for another ten minutes before Hermione said, "We'll be arriving soon, best put on your robes." And with that she left.
"You heard her boys, I need to change, out for ten minutes then you can come back in."
The boys grabbed their robes and shuffled out while she lifted Calli off her lap, trying not to wake her, and put on her uniform and robes. And as said, ten minutes later the boys came back dressed in their uniforms and they all sat down again.
Five minutes later an electronic voice echoed throughout the large train, "We have arrived at Hogsmeed, please leave your luggage on the train as it will be separately transported to the school. Have a nice year at Hogwarts."
As Harry opened the compartment door Ashlyn grabbed Calli and the three pushed their way into the hall.
Upon arriving outside two minutes later they heard a voice shouting, "Firs' years! Firs' years over 'ere!" Harry and Ashlyn set off running to the half-giant.
"Hagrid! How are you?" Harry asked as they stopped in front of him.
"'Arry, Ashlyn, how are ye? Find th' platform alrigh'?"
"We couldn't find it at first but some one helped us out. Made it just in time." Ashlyn replied.
"Good, good." By that time all of the first year students had gathered around Hagrid, so the next time he spoke it was to the group of 40. "This way, no more an three ta a boat." He called out while turning and walking towards a lake, his lantern lighting the way for the students.
Harry and Ashlyn ended up sharing a boat in the middle of the small fleet with a chubby brown haired boy. The boy seemed nervous and was clutching a large brown and green toad. As they crossed the large lake a tentacle popped out of the water causing Ashlyn and most of the girls to shriek. The Girl-Who-Lived clutched onto Harry's arm while he chuckled.
But as they turned a corner what they saw caused all conversations around them to stop. There was complete silence as they looked to the castle that loomed ahead of them. The castle had a faint glow around it from all of the candles lit in the towers and throughout the corridor. Every student was in awe of the massive building.
"Careful getting' off th' boats!" Hagrid called out as the boats jerked when they hit the shore. Hagrid turned and made sure all the students were accounted for before he knocked on a solid oak door three times. Everyone waited for several moments before a stern looking witch stood before them. She was dressed in green and her graying hair was placed in a tight bun at the base of her skull.
"Firs' years, Pr'fessr McGonagall."
"Yes, bring them in." She ordered with a stern voice and pursed lips. Hagrid moved to the side as the students followed the strict Deputy Headmistress. The group walked into a massive grand entrance hall and stood in front of two solid oak doors that stood taller than the ones they had just come through.
"You are to stay here and wait for the sorting to begin. I suggest some of you make yourselves presentable." The last sentence was directed at a certain red haired boy, he had a patch of dirt smeared across his nose. With that said she swept out of the hall, leaving the students to talk quietly to each other.
Some were guessing as to how they would be sorted, but one voice was heard above them all, 'My brothers said we have to battle a troll,' that statement gathered more whispers from everybody, boys and girls alike. But other people were talking about other things. Soon a young voice was heard above everyone, "So it's true…what they said on the train…the Children-Who-Lived have come to Hogwarts." The voice belonged to the blonde boy that Harry and Ashlyn met during their fitting.
Then there he was standing in front of them as the whispers increased. But when he spoke they talking stopped.
"This is Crabbe...and Goyle," he said while nodding to two very large kids standing behind him, "And I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."
A foot behind Ashlyn someone snorted, and Malfoy's head snapped to him. "You think my name's funny do you? Well I know exactly who you are…red hair, freckled, and hand-me-down robes, you're a Weasley." He then turned back to Harry and Ashlyn. "You'll soon learn that some wizarding families are better than others. I can help you there."
"What makes you think you can do that?" Ashlyn asked sweetly.
"Please, some of us have more influence than others, and are just overall better to be around than someone like a Weasley. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort." Malfoy stated pompously while looking at Ashlyn.
"Well I think we can pick out who's the right sort without your help, thank you very much." Harry stated confidently while looking directly at Malfoy.
The next second Professor McGonagall was back and tapping Draco Malfoy on the shoulder, "Form an orderly line and follow me. The sorting is starting."
And the students did just that, they formed an orderly line and followed the stern woman into the great hall. But they could not help but be in awe of their surroundings as they looked around.
The ceiling was a perfect picture of the night sky outside, an unlimited amount of stars and a waning moon. And floating underneath were thousands of candles.
They heard a whispered, 'I've read about this, the ceiling is charmed to look exactly like the weather outside, it's in Hogwarts: a History."
The students stood as they surveyed the four house tables, and the head table that seated the Professors, they could tell who Professor Dumbledore was; he was in a high backed chair and had a long white beard that reached the sash of his garish yellow robe with moving silver stars on it.
Professor McGonagall took out a stool and placed it in front of the staff table and then set an old brown hat on top. Everyone quieted when a rip appeared by the brim and it started to sing about the Houses. When it was finished the professor spoke again.
"When I call your name you will come sit on the stool and place the hat on your head, and once you are sorted you will go and sit at your house table." She unrolled a scroll and spoke loud and clear, "Abbott, Hannah."
A small blonde girl with pig tails shuffled up to the chair, and thirty seconds after the hat covered her eyes it shouted "HUFFLEPUFF"
Bones, Susan went to Ravenclaw; Boot, Terry also went to Ravenclaw; Crabbe, Vincent was the first Slytherin.
Soon "Potter, Harry" was called out, and that was when the whispers started. He let go of Ashlyn's hand and walked towards the stool, trying to ignore the whispering. The last thing he saw before the hat covered his eyes was Ashlyn giving him a thumbs up.
"Hmm…difficult very difficult." The voice made me jump slightly. I didn't know it would talk to me.
" Good…plenty of courage I see…not a bad mind."
I didn't know what to say, so I didn't respond to anything yet.
"Oh yes and a thirst, a thirst to prove yourself." It mumbled.
"Yes, but where to put you…" the deep voice mused.
"Not Slytherin." I whispered inside my head.
"Not Slytherin you say. Are you sure? You could be great you know. It's all here…in your head. And Slytherin will help you on the WAY TO GREATNESS" The voice screamed in my head.
"Yes there's no doubt about that Gryffindor would be fighting Slytherin for his heir if they were here."
"Not Slytherin, please not Slytherin, not Slytherin." It became a mantra in my head. I would go anywhere but Slytherin.
"You're sure?"
Not Slytherin. Not Slytherin. Not Slytherin. It was the only thought in my head, I couldn't be there. I didn't belong there. And Malfoy. I can't be in the same house as Malfoy.
"Very well then…better be…GRYFFINDOR!!!"
The last word was shouted to the crowd. I was relieved, my sorting took about three minutes. And as I took the hat off my head there was a smile on my face, and the Gryffindor table seemed ready to have a party. I head a yelled, 'We Got Potter!' as I took my seat across from a boy named Neville and Hermione.
I looked over at Ash who seemed relieved and scared at the same time.
I gave her a smile and a thumbs up.
One minute later, silence fell over the hall again as we heard, "Tullman, Ashlyn"
"Tullman, Ashlyn"
The silence had come across the hall again, and when I stepped forward I was pretty sure my hands were shaking.
I saw my best friend smile at me before the sorting hat covered my eyes.
"Well, well, well…you will be difficult."
"Yes, very difficult, you have the blood and brains of Lady Ravenclaw, the courage of a Gryffindor, and the cunning that Slytherin praises." I think my mouth dropped open…I was the heir of a founder. Bloody. Hell.
"You would do well in either house, but like I told the boy…Slytherin will bring you greatness. You would find out who you are."
"Please…no. I don't want to be a Slytherin. I want to be with Harry." I whispered to the voice in my head.
"Oh yes…the bond you share. Very powerful that is, unbreakable…So no Slytherin. But are you sure about Ravenclaw. You could learn everything you need."
"No, not Ravenclaw. Place me in Gryffindor."
"Gryffindor…Are you sure?"
"Yes." I answered him surely.
"Alright then…GRYFFINDOR!!!"
I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief as I headed towards the cheering Gryffindors. I heard a shout of, 'THE KIDS WHO LIVED'. But I just sat next to Harry to wait for the sorting to be over.
And four minutes later the sorting was over, ending with Blaise Zabini going to Slytherin.
The Headmaster clapped his hands and the hungry children dug in to the feast.
Harry and Ashlyn had never seen so much food, and they didn't waste anything. But they weren't as obvious about it as Ron Weasley. The boy was stuffing his face, he already had food on his robes.
After the dessert Headmaster Dumbledore stood and raised his hand to ask for quiet.
"I would like to welcome all returning and new students. But I have a few start of term notices that everyone should do well to remember." Only a few noticed his eyes shift to the Weasley twins. "First years are to please note that the Forbidden Forest is exactly that, forbidden. And our caretaker Mr. Filch has asked me to remind you that the third floor corridor of the right wing is off limits to those who do not wish to die a most painful death."
Most of the hall blanched at that, but a few students were wondering why the Headmaster would tell them they would die a painful death.
He continued after letting his last comment sink in for a second. "Now just a few words before we rest our heads, and they are. Nitwit. Blubber. Oddment. And tweak." And with a smile he sat down.
"Is he mental?" Harry and Ashlyn asked each other as the prefects called for the first years to follow them.
The Gryffindor prefect led them through the halls, up the moving stairs, past moving pictures, and down a corridor on the seventh floor. They stopped in front of a large portrait of a rather large lady.
"This is the Fat Lady, her picture is the entrance to the common room, and you must give her the password to enter. The password changes every four days, make sure to remember them." Then he turned to portrait and clearly said, "Wattlebird."
"Enter." The lady said as the portrait swung open.
Once everyone was inside a female prefect turned and said, "Girls dormitories on the right, boy's on the left. Breakfast ends at nine, the only day you have to be there on time is tomorrow. Be in the great hall at eight."
And with that she turned and went up the stairs.
"Goodnight Harry." Ashlyn said as she gave him a hug and a kiss on his cheek, before walking up the stairs.
Harry stood there with his hand lightly touching his cheek wondering why his skin tingled where she touched it.
"Night." He whispered as he climbed the steps to his dormitory.
Before going to bed that night Ashlyn closed the red drapes around her bed and placed a hand against her lips. Trying to forget what the tingling sensation she felt when she kissed Harry on the cheek.
Harry Potter wondered the same thing, and why he wanted that feeling again.
That night The Children Who Lived arrived at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
That night friendships and enemies were made.
That night two children felt their bond become even stronger, even more unbreakable.
That night Ashlyn Tullman dreamed of Harry Potter.
That night Harry Potter dreamed of Ashlyn Tullman.
That night parents smiled down at their children.
That night Lord Voldemort plotted.
That night all was normal in America.
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