Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor will I ever, I am just simply borrowing the universe from JK.
*skip to third year*
On the Platform for the third year in a row. You may think this whole story takes place on the Platform, but I promise it doesn't.
Being short has its ups and downs. You always get the best hiding spots in hide-n-seek, but you can never find what or who you're looking for in a crowd. I mean, you'd think the Weasley's vibrant hair would be a dead giveaway, but they're almost impossible to find in this crowd. Seriously, there's only so many places a redheaded family of a hundred can hide. It looks like I'm going to have to take drastic measures.
I take my owl cage and extra bag off of my trunk and step on it. I search high over the crowds but still can't find those damned redheads.
"Harley- for Merlin's sake dear get down from there before you hurt yourself again." I grinned at Molly Weasley as she pulled me from my vantage point.
"Ya fall off of one chair and everyone's on your case!"
"One chair, one table, some stairs, a lot of feet-" Sadly Fred's insults were cut off by my beautiful voice. "Alright alright I think we get the picture!"
Fred grinned and pulled me into a hug. "We missed ya squirt." He passed me around the Weasley family like I was some sort of doll, not like I minded much. I'm almost positive it's impossible to hate the Weasley family.
"Alright, come on y'all - I'm dying for some sugar!" I kissed Molly and Arthur goodbye and eagerly dragged the twins towards the train. I mean, I was all but dragging these two.
"Slow down Yankee, we have plenty of time," George teased, but still allowed me to pull him faster.
If you're confused on why I'm called "Yankee" and why I'm sprinting to get some sugar, I'll give a quick explanation. Most of my childhood I was passed from my father in London to my Aunt Lucie in Chicago, so my accent is sort of a mess. As for the sugar thing, I've always had a huge sweet tooth. Anything loaded with sugar I'm all over it. It's a pretty big issue, but I've managed to stay in shape. I can thank Quidditch and volleyball for that.
I finally released the twins' sleeves when we got to our compartment. We claimed this compartment first year with Lee Jordan, and marked it as ours with some handy pocket knives.
I sat myself down on the bench and waited for either the candy cart lady or Lee to show up. I'm not going to say I'm more excited to see the candy cart lady, but that doesn't mean I'm not thinking it.
Don't get me wrong, I love Lee. Our quartet is one of the most known groups in school, and we're only third years. Our little group, specifically Fred, George, and I, are pranking masters. Lee helps, but he's usually off flirting with some poor girl. We're constantly wrecking havoc and stirring up a storm around Hogwarts. If you ever see us with big ass smiles on our faces you better sit back and grab some popcorn. And you don't ever want to cross us, because I have a pretty bad temper and a starving need for revenge. Together, we're unstoppable.
Lee slammed open the door, interrupting my thoughts. "Hello gents and lady, how were your summers without the infamous Lee Jordan? And before you lose your minds, I passed the candy lady on the way here and already have the sweets." He tossed the candy into a pile next to me, and I am not at all ashamed to say I tackled him in a bear hug.
"Lee Jordan you are the sweetest, most thoughtful best friend any one could ever have. I believe I'm in love with you." Lee burst into laughter and hugged me back.
"Now now Harley, don't go falling in love with me. I'm kind of a heart breaker."
"Oh yes, you broke the hearts of all 2 girls who have spoken to you. Careful Harley, he sure is a dangerous one!" Fred's snarky comment caused Lee to sneer and George and me to choke in laughter.
The rest of the trainride was spent in mostly the same fashion. We told stories about our summers and ate sweets. The conversation still continued when we arrived and started walking towards the carriages.
"- and when he finally came downstairs everyone saw his pink skin and feathered hair!" Fred's tale about their most recent prank on Percy was almost drowned out by Lee's loud laughter. Through his cackling he managed to choke out, "I bet your mother was furious!" before duvuldging in laughter once more.
"Furious doesn't even cut it, Momma Weasley probably kicked their asses to America and back," I snorted. Molly Weasley really was a sweet lady, but anger her and she's scarer than the Hulk riding a dragon in Hell.
"We had to degnome the garden, but we got off relatively easy," George shrugged.
" I don't see why she insists on us doing that, those little buggers always find their way back. I swear it's because dad's too easy on 'em," Fred complained, lying his head on my shoulder.
I cuddled into him and coo'ed, "Aw, Freddie had to do actual work. It must have been so hirrble for you!"
Fred moaned, "I know, my poor hands are calloused and sore, kiss them better for me?" He tilted his head up and wiggled his eyebrows, bringing his palms up to my face.
I laughed and hit his hands down. "Oh bugger off you twat!"
George and Lee laughed at our exchange. Soon after, we arrived at the school.
We walked into the Great Hall and sat at the Griffyndor table, catching up with friends and retelling the best summer stories. I can already tell this is going to be a great year.
Hey guys! The sorting ceremony will be in the next chapter. How are y'all liking the story so far? I hope it's not too boring or anything. Leave a review about your opinion, and don't forget to tell me what twin you'd like Harley to end up with!