Golden
A Harry Potter Fanfiction
By Toffrox33

~Role Models
31st July 1991

Harry Potter stood in front of the cupboard under the stairs, carefully fingering his brand new wand in his hand.

He wasn't intending to do magic [he wouldn't even know where to start], but he stood there, in the dark, staring at the cupboard door.

He was thinking. Thinking about the day he had just had. The best birthday he could remember.

He wondered whether he had ever had a better birthday, a birthday he couldn't remember. He imagined at birthday with his parents- the only one he'd ever had. He would have been one year old… His parents would be there with him, perhaps with wizarding friends who would visit them at their magical house for his birthday. Harry was certain that there were no birthdays at the Dursley's he found pleasant, even if he couldn't remember them.

Harry thought about his parents. Hagrid said they were great wizards. Everyone probably expected him to be a great wizard too [but how could he?]. He didn't even know where to begin.

He thought about the pale blond boy in the robe shop. He thought about Ollivander, who had called Lord Voldemort a great wizard 'terrible, but great'.

What sort of wizard did Harry want to be? He didn't have any role models to show him..

But no. That wasn't true. He had Hagrid. He liked Hagrid already; he was Harry's first ever friend.

So Harry was wrong. He now had one role model.

And still counting.

..

~Leaving
1st September 1991

Hermione Granger insisted on pushing her own trolley through Kings Cross Station. Her parents walked on either side of her, looking as anxious as she felt about her departure.

When they reached the barrier between platforms nine and ten, the three of them stopped.

"Where did you say the entrance to this platform was, Mione?" Her dad asked.

"Just there." Hermione said, her voice overly confident. "I've read about it. I'm absolutely certain it will work."

"Certain what will work?" Her mum asked.

"The entrance." Hermione said, as if it were obvious. "It doesn't let muggles in, so I have to say goodbye here." She turned to her parents, all confidence suddenly gone. She watched as her parents' expressions softened.

"Oh, Mione, I'm sure you'll be wonderful!" Her mother said, bending down to hug her daughter tightly.

"Are you sure?" Hermione asked, her eyes wide and anxious.

"Of course we are. You're the smartest girl I know." Her dad said, smiling and rumpling her hair. Hermione beamed.

"Okay. I'll write to you when I get there- after the feast of course."

"We can't wait." Said her mother kindly.

"Have fun." Her dad added, shooting her a wink.

"I will! I'll have heaps!" Hermione predicted confidently. And with that, she turned around and clutched her trolley as tightly as possible.

And she took those first few steps into the barrier that would take her out of the muggle world forever.

..

~Christmas
25th December 1991

Ron Weasley lay awake for longer than usual on his first Christmas Day at Hogwarts. He thought about all the Christmases he'd ever had. Then he thought about this one.

"Christmas is a time for family." Fred had declared firmly. That was true. Ron had never spent a Christmas without his family.

But this Christmas was different, and Ron had enjoyed it a lot, lot more.

Was that wrong? Mum always told him that you shouldn't spend Christmas without your family.

Fred and George and Percy were there today. Ron had spent a lot of the day with them. But he hadn't really been spending Christmas with them. He had spent this Christmas with Harry.

He thought again… Was that wrong?

He thought about it a lot, because he had always felt alone with his family. Because Bill had Charlie and Percy had his books. The twins had each other, and Ginny was a girl. He had often felt guilty at Christmas, if he wished he had someone else with him, because Christmas was a time for family.

But then Ron looked over at Harry's bed, where he was sleeping a lot more peacefully than he usually did. And he spotted the Christmas jumper Mum had sent him, sitting at the foot of his bed.

And suddenly Ron realised how stupid he was being. Why should he feel guilty? He was spending Christmas with his family, after all.

A.N- These prompts (Role Models, leaving, Christmas) were suggested to me by the anonymous reviewer 'D' who reviewed this story first. I hope these little drabbles weren't too different from what you had in mind.

The title of this story comes from 'The Golden Trio' of course ;)

I hope you all enjoyed this! And REVIEW! (Please!)

Catch you later,
Toff.x