Chapter 4: First Year

After that night in detention, nothing else really happened to me. It actually seemed like some of the Slytherins respected me for not ratting anyone out, all though the girls that did it to me were still bitches to me. But whatever. When people bullied me, I didn't really care anymore, because I had people to stick up for me. People like, Harry, Ron, and surprisingly, Hermione. When we first met, we weren't quite friends, but once she learned that I loved getting good grades and studied, it was like, 'instant best friends'. We both get on Harry and Ron for waiting last minute to do anything.

There was also Fred and George, and I was slowly getting better at telling them apart. Plus, those two's best friend, Lee Jordan. He was just like Fred and George. When I had first met him, he had gotten on one knee, grabbing my hand and kissing it, saying it was lovely to met Lady Green. After that, that was his nickname for me, Lady Green. People always looked at us weird when he called me that, but it always made me giggle.

And the last person who usually stuck up for me was the weirdest of all. Professor Snape. He treated me as good as he treated Draco, who I had the unfortunate luck to have almost every class with him. Everyone got why Snape was nice to Draco, but never me. I didn't even really understand. But I wasn't going to complain.

It was near the end of the year now, not much had been going on since. George and Fred would always help my out if others tried to bully me, and they had soon become my best friends. It was never questioned that I was around Fred, George, or even Lee Jordan.

I hung out with Harry and Ron sometimes, Hermione more than others, so when I heard what Ron had said about Hermione after a charms class that had her crying in the bathroom, I threatened to hex him into next year if ever made my best friend cry like that ever again. It was actually quite funny to see the look on his face. I was surprised he hadn't wet himself. When I told Hermione the next day, when she had tried to tell me it was ok because they had saved her, she burst out laughing, hugging me and saying I was such a good friend. I had felt tears come to my eyes at having finally made so many friends after so many years of loneliness, I vowed then that I would do whatever it took to protect every single one of them.

So of course, I freaked when the whole school had found out about the sorcerer's stone and the fact that those dunderheads went to go fight Quirl. I refused to talk to them for almost a week. And I think the funniest thing happened at the end of the year, when Gryffindor won the house cup, I was the only one who stood up at the Slytherin table, figuring I should sit there for the end of the year, and I was whistling and clapping and cheering. The look on the other Slytherins face was absolutely priceless.

And so here I was now, standing at Kings Cross, trying not to cry as I said goodbye to the trio of friends I had come to love.

"We'll send you letter, promise," Hermione told me, Ron and Harry nodding in agreement. I sniffled.

"You better," I said, deliberately making it sound like I was pouting. They laughed. "I suppose this means I ought to get my own owl, right?" I asked, and they stared at me, stunned.

"You don't have an owl?" Ron asked, sounding incredulous. I shook my head.

"I didn't think I needed one. Me and my mom only write every so often, so we just used the post owlrey." I said, shrugging.

"You don't have to if you don't want one," said Harry. "You can just use ours, you know, to send them back."

"Really?" he nodded and I smiled. "Awesome. Okay, well, I need to go say bye to some mischievous brothers of yours," I said to Ron, hugging them all again and walking away to find my two favorite twins. I found them over by a plump red headed woman and a red headed man. I walked over. "Fred. George." I said, smiling and waving.

"Excellent," they said at the same time, each one grabbing one of my arms and dragging me over to the couple. "Mum, Dad, this is Jaxon." Fred said.

"Yea, she's the first year we were just talking about." George finished. I straightened, putting my hand out to the woman.

"Ah, hello Mrs. Weasley, it's very nice to meet you." She took my hand smiling. "And please, believe absolutely nothing they say about me, there alls lies," Mr. Weasley laughed.

"Yes, that sounds like our boys," he said, smiling as he took my hand.

"Yea, I feel bad for you two, having to raise such trouble makers," I said, smiling fondly over at them.

"Us?" George asked, feigning innocents.

"Never," said Fred, looking insulted. I laughed, going over to hug both of them.

"Well, I just came over to say good bye. And you have to write me, okay?" I asked and they smirked, nodding.

"Jaxon! Jaxon!" I heard and I grinned whirling around.

"Excellent," I said, repeating Fred and George. "Mum!" I called, waving her over. She walked over, and you could easily see I got my looks from her. She had smooth black hair, even if it did look a little duller since the last time I had seen it. She had a pixie face with a small nose, and beautiful brown eyes. My eyes were a brilliant blue, which I had inherited from my father. I was almost as tall as her, and knew I would be more my dads hieght than hers.

"Jaxon, I've missed you," she said, hugging me.

"I missed you too. But I wanted to introduce my friends, mum." I said, turning her so she could see Fred and George casually looking at us, hands in their pockets, in suck a similar stance I knew they were trying to confuse people with who they were. I knew they did that sometimes when they were nervous.

"Friends?" mum asked, sounding surprised and really, really happy. I grinned, nodding.

"Mhmm. This is Fred," I said, gesturing to the twin on the right. "And this is George." I gestured to the one on the left.

"It's creepy how you do that," muttered George.

"What's creepy?" mum asked, sounding defensive.

"That she can always tell us apart-" Fred said.

"Even our mum has trouble with that," George finished for him.

"Oh. Well, thank you," mum said softly.

"For what?" Fred asked, once again looking uncomfortable under his easy smile.

"For taking care of Jaxon. She writes about you to a lot."

"Mum!" she laughed at me, waving my protest away.

"Anyways, we have to get home, Jaxon," I nodded, once again hugging the twins, which they returned with hugs of there own.

"Write me?" I pleaded.

"Of course," they said together, and I smiled as I walked away, already missing my friends and Hogwarts. I couldn't wait until next year.


Ok, so since most of the rest of the year was uneventful for Jaxon, i just summeriesed. Hope you liked. And please tll me if you do, so I can make this story my priorety story, instead one of my other two stories I got goin on. Thank you, hope you enjoyed, chickies ^.~