Harley Potter and The Sorcerers Stone

The Girl Who Lived

Chapter Seven

Express To A New Life

Sunlight streamed through the curtains that hung above young Harley's window, allowing the sun to make the room glow from what little light that broke through. A small groan of annoyance escaped her lips as she turned, lying on her stomach. Grabbing the pillow she was using, she placed it over her head and began to doze off back to sleep. The small sound of a hoot, from her dresser made eyelids fluttered open. A glazed look was across her face as she slowly opened her eyes, squinting against the bright light in the room. With a grumble and a wandering hand across her nightstand she grabbed hold of her glasses and slid them over her nose. The area around her cleared considerably with her glasses in place. "Bloody friggin' morning sun and stupid friggin' owl." She grumbled crossly. Never was she going to be a morning person. Especially when she never got the sleep she deserved during the night. Usually staying up late in the hours of the night because she was forced to finish cleaning something for no reason. With a sigh, Harley ran her hand through her naturally unruly raven hair and quickly tossed her blankets over her and near the end of the uncomfortable bed (if you could call it a bed).

Swinging her legs over the sides she quickly grabbed a pair of light blue jeans off the floor. The pants had tares at the knees, among other places and looked frayed at the ends of the pants. Grabbing a black short-sleeved shirt and a long sleeved button up shirt, that acted like a jacket for her, from her dresser drawers, the only thing left in it from her packing the day before she made her way hurriedly to the bathroom down the hall. Every piece of clothing had either been pre-owned from the older children that could no longer fit in them or from a good will or something like that. Which was fine with Harley for as long as she had somewhat decent clothes, even if the pants had a few tears on them, it was fine. With a silent click of the bathroom door, Harley slowly got ready, relishing in the hot water.

With a tired yawn Harley walked back in her bedroom and slid on her tearing converse shoes and picked up her trunk and owl cage from her room and made her way down the hallway and towards the staircase. She walked slowly down the stairs, her trunk thundered loudly down the steps of the staircase to the first floor. Sighing silently once again to herself she brushed her bangs out of her forehead, showing her lightening bolt scar clearly. Harley decided to herself, since it was only nine in the morning, she'd get something on the way to the train station to eat.

The walk to the station, which took an hour and thirty minutes, since she had stopped for a bite to eat, was surprisingly uneventful. No cloaked figures followed her, which Harley assumed was it was because they were sleeping, and no one tried to ask her why a girl of eleven was walking by herself down the street at nine in the morning. Harley walked through the double doors of the train station in the middle of London, humming to herself a song. The cool brush of air was soothing against her light pink cheeks and hot skin from the long walk. Ruffling her hair with a pale hand, the young raven haired girl made her way to platform nine and three quarters. Her ticket was in her pocket as she wandered towards the platforms nine and ten. 'Where is the platform?' She questioned to herself as she looked around. The sound of a woman's voice brought her attention to a group of people with red hair.

"All these Muggles. Always getting in the way." The female voice exclaimed not too far from Harley. Harley looked at the voice and noticed an older woman with fiery red hair and seven other children with her, all with fiery red, flaming red or orange colored hair. Tilting her head curiously she followed after the family silently. The girl watched in amazement as the family bantered with each other. She had never had the privilege of seeing a family interact with one another. All thanks to her weirdness, it made people wary and even frightened of her. So, it was a new experience for her to see.

"What was the platform number again?" The mother of the group questioned.

"Nine and three quarters!" Piped up a small girl with shoulder length fiery red hair and bright blue eyes. The younger girl looked to be the youngest of the group, about a year younger than Harley.

"Can't I go mum?" Whined the girl to her mother, who held her right hand.

"You're not old enough Ginny. You know this. Now be quiet." Abolished her mother in a firm voice. The child went silent after her mother spoke. "Now Percy, Go first." What looked to be the oldest boy marched forward to the wall between Platform Ten and Nine? With a sudden run the boy rushed to the barrier before disappearing in the wall. Harley's eyes widened at this display of magic. No one had explained to her how to get on the train, which they must have forgotten. "Fred, you next." Stated the head of the family.

"I'm not Fred, I'm George." Stated the boy. "Honestly you call yourself our mother? Can't you tell I'm George?" The boy demanded. His arms crossed over his chest as he looked at his mother with exasperation.

"Sorry George." The mother said with a sigh.

"Only joking. I am Fred." The boy joked, and off he went with his twin brother following after him. Soon, there were only two children left. Walking closer to the woman and her children Harley decided to speak up.

"Excuse me." Harley stated to the plump and kind woman. Harley instantly held a liking to this woman. She had a motherly feel and seemed to care about everyone.

"Hello, dear…first time at Hogwarts? Ron is new here as well." She pointed to the youngest of her sons. He was tall, thin and gangling with freckles, big feet, hands and a long nose.

"Yes," said Harley. "The thing is - I - I don't know how - " She pointed to the barrier with a small unsure smile. The woman nodded in understand, a kind smile gracing her lips as she gazed down at the young girl. Harley's bangs covered her forehead, covering her lightening bolt scar, leaving them not knowing whom she was.

"To get onto the platform?" The woman questioned kindly. Harley nodded slowly with a small smile. "Not to worry, all you have to do is give a little run between platform nine and ten. Don't be scared or anything. Go on. Go before Ron." Nodding her head Harley pushed her cart between Platform Nine and Ten. She started to walk towards it before she began to run faster. Squeezing her eyes she waited for the impact, but all she felt was the whoosh of air past her. Opening her eyes she slowly blinked. Her eyes widened as she looked to the large scarlet train with glimmering gold words on the side reading, Hogwarts Express across it. Pushing her trolley forward she caught glances of different families and many friends meeting and greeting each other. Stopping at the Express she pulled her trunk and cage off of the trolley. She walked past rows of compartments, trying to find herself an empty compartment to sit in. At last, she found one. Putting Hedwig's cage on top of the rack above the seats she began to try and heave and push her trunk into the compartment. It had so far become unsuccessful after five or ten minutes of trying.

"Want a hand?" A voice questioned from behind her. Harley stopped and turned her eyes onto one of the red haired boys from before, when Harley watched them disappear onto the train station.

"Yes…please." Panted Harley tiredly as she leaned against the trunk for a moment. Shaking her head she pushed herself away and glared at the trunk with hopelessness.

"Oi, Fred. C'mere and help me!" The twin, Harley know realized was George, called to his twin brother. A few seconds passed before Fred appeared beside his twin. With the help of the twins Harley got her trunk into the compartment and onto the rack above the seats.

"Thanks." Harley said with a deep breath, pushing her sweaty bangs back from her forehead.

"What's that?" One of the twins, mostly like George, questioned while pointing at her lightening bolt scar.

"Blimey." One of the twins, Fred probably, said with awe as his eyes widened with realization. "Are you - "

"She is." The first twin, again probably George remarked. "Aren't you?" He added with a curious look to Harley before a smile lightened across his face.

"What?" Harley asked with annoyance. She wasn't following with what the boys were getting at. After all, she wasn't a mind reader and she certainly didn't understand twin talks.

"Harley Potter." The twins chorused. Their almost identical clothes and smiles made Harley smile slightly as she looked up at the taller boys. She gave a small shrug, not exactly wanting anyone to know who she was.

"Oh, her –" Began Harley before quickly correctly herself. " – I mean, yes, I am." She quickly stated. "I'm Harley Potter." She finished. "Or…Harleigh Potter…but no one calls me that." She stopped talking and looked away from the twin boys for a short few seconds. She was rambling, and she hated rambling.

The twins stared at her in awe. Harley, who glanced back at the twins, could feel her face flame red with embarrassment at their stares. To her relief Harley heard a familiar voice call out. "Fred, George, are you there?"

"Coming Mum!" They chorused together before giving Harley one last look of wonder before running off to their mother. Sighing to herself Harley jumped up into the compartment and sat down, closing the door behind her. The young raven-haired Potter stared out at the door before she caught sight of the large group of red heads standing on the platform together. She remained half hidden in the shadows as she watched the family converse with one another.

"Where's Percy?" Asked their mother.

"He's coming now." Ginny stated to her mother. As soon as the words left her lips Percy soon came strutting towards the red haired mother of the group. Or, Harley assumed was the mother of all those children. They all looked similar. Percy had changed into his Hogwarts robes; his swift walking made his cloak billow out behind him. Harley caught a glimmering badge with the letter P on it on his chests as light from the sun caught it at the right angle.

"I can't stay long mother. The Prefects have to go up front on the train. They have two compartments to themselves -" Percy began to brag with a proud smile on his lips.

"Oh, are you a prefect, Percy?" One of the twins asked with an air of surprise and shock. "You should have said something. We had no idea." The twin Fred continued.

"Hang on, I think I remember then saying something about it." George continued with a smirk. "Once -"

"Or Twice -"

"A minute -"

"All summer-"

"Shut up" Barked Percy at once. He stopped his younger brothers from continuing to mock him.

"How come he got new robes?" Questioned the twins. Changing the subject abruptly.

"Because he's a prefect." The boy's mother stated fondly. "Alright dears, have a good term - send me an owl when you get there." She kissed Percy on the head before the oldest child left swiftly.

"Hey mom, guess what? Guess who we just meet on the train?" One of the twins stated. Harley quickly leaned back into her seat, sliding down partly, but still made it easy to see the family of red heads.

"You know that black haired girl with those green eyes, that was near us on the station? Know who she is?" The other twin questioned with a sparkle in his eyes.

"Who?" Their mother questioned curiously.

"Harley Potter." The twins stated in unison. Harley could hear the younger girl speak up at once.

"Oh mum, can I go train and see her? Mum can I please go and see her?" The youngest of them begged with a puppy eyed look on her face.

"You have already seen her Ginny." Snapped Mrs. Weasley. "She's not something to stare at." She stated to her youngest with a stern look. Ginny sighed and pouted as she looked down at the ground. "Was she really Fred, George? How do you know?" Their mother questioned with a small frown.

"We asked her. Saw her scar. It's really there - like lightening." The twins spoke in unison again as they looked at their mother.

"Poor dear, no wonder she was alone. I wondered. She was very polite when she asked how to get on the platform." The woman stated with a sad smile.

"Never mind that." One of the twins stated with a careless wave of his hand. "Do you think she remembers what You-Know-Who looked like?"

Their mother suddenly became stern and quite scary and spoke in a tight voice. "I forbid you to ask her, Fred. No, don't you dare. As though she needs to be reminded of that on her first day of school."

With a sudden blare of the train's horn, the train began to move. "Oh dear. Go on, time to go!" She ordered her children. The oldest quickly nodded and kissed their mother goodbye before hopping up onto the train.

"Don't worry Gin. We'll write you!" Called the siblings before disappearing into the train after they could no longer see their mother and younger sister.

Harley sat seat in the compartment. Her gaze remained set outside the window as she watched the terrain blur together in colorful colors of blues, browns, greens and yellows. Her mind continued to wander off to the figure in black that had followed her around and the other figure that had covered them self from being known. She sighed and laid her head against the cool glass window. At the sound of the door moving open, Harley looked to the door and noticed a red haired boy, Ron, she recalled his name being called and gave a friendly smile. "Mind if I sit here?" The young boy questioned. "Everywhere else is full." He stated, nodding to the empty seat across from her.

"Not at all." Harley replied. Nodding her head, letting him know he was free to sit.

"Thanks. I tried to sit in this other compartment, but these twins, Delora and Dudley Dursley, got a bit of an attitude." Ron explained, brushing his red hair out of his face as he looked at the raven-haired girl.

"Oh...yeah...I know them from the Muggle school I use to go to. They where horrible there, and probably will be here too." Harley stated with a frown. Her raven black hair covered her forehead and fell into her eyes, blocking Ron's searching look. 'Fortunately for me.' She finished to herself with a shake of her head.

"Are you really Harley Potter?" Ron blurted out suddenly after he continued to glance at her. His gaze looked to her face and then to Harley's forehead.

"Yes I am." Harley nodded with a small smile.

"Sorry. Forgot to introduce myself. I'm Ron, Ron Weasley." Ron stated, holding out his hand for Harley to shake. Raising her pale hand she shook Ron's with a smile.

"It's nice to meet you Ron. I'm Harley. As you already know. Almost everyone does."

She sighed as her smile disappeared. It went silent for a moment as the two eleven year olds looked away from each other and out the window.

"Do you really have the...scar?" Ron questioned finally, his blue eyes glanced back towards her and raised his eyes to her forward.

"Oh...yeah." Harley nodded; raising her hand she brushed her bangs from her forehead, showing Ron her lightening bolt scar on the left side of her forehead.

"Wow. I thought Fred and George where lying when they told me they met you." Ron stated with an impish shrug of his shoulders. "I thought it was another one of their pranks. The two of them are pranksters. They give our mum a hard time." Harley smiled reassuringly and shrugged off his defensive apology.

"It's alright. I'm used to people...well...it's nothing new." The eleven year old stated. Looking out the glass window she went silent for a moment before speaking, still looking out the window. "Do you...have a large family?" She questioned curiously. Her bright, electric, emerald green eyes flickered over to Ron with a curious look on her face. Ron looked away from the window and nodded his head slowly.

"Yeah, I do." He stated with a smile. "It's a mad house most of the time. It's always busy and always has people running out and about. I love it even if it does get a bit annoying at times." Ron explained with a smile.

"How many siblings do you have?" Harley questioned with a raise of her eyebrow.

"I have six, five brothers and a younger sister." Ron stated. Harley's eyebrows furrowed at Ron's words. If he had five brothers and a sister, then did he have cousins?

"Do you have any cousins?" The eleven year old questioned. Ron eyes brightened at her inquiry and eagerly explained his history to her.

"Oh yeah. I have six cousins. I have three boys cousins and three girl cousins. The oldest ones are older than my brother, Bill. There's Alexander and Cassiopeia, who are twins like Fred and George. Then there's Waverly who is younger than my brother Bill but is older than Charlie. Bradley is the same age as Charlie, but a few months older. Then there's Valeria and Morgan, who are younger then Charlie, my second oldest brother, but older than Percy, my third oldest brother." Harley's eyes had widened in awe at how many cousins Ron had. A thought appeared in her mind as she looked to Ron. 'Would his mother have been willing to adopt her? If she had been asked to?' Ron's mother seemed more than willing to take in her nephews and nieces. So having one more wouldn't hurt, would it? Harley shook the thought away and decided to learn more about Ron's family.

"What do you're brothers and cousins do?" She questioned.

Well, my oldest cousin Alex who's twenty-four and works as a Hit Wizard. He had train for about a year. He's been working as a Hit Wizard for the last seven years. Hit Wizards are highly trained dark wizard catchers that are tasked to arrest dangerous criminals that Aurors won't or can't capture. It's a wicked awesome job. He gets paid loads of money for doing it too. He's one of the best in the business, but mum doesn't like his job. She tends to try and talk him out of working as one. Whenever she sees him or talks to him through letters. It never works though." Ron stated with a proud grin on his face. "He lives in Russia at the moment." He said with a shrug. "My other oldest cousin, Cassie who's Alex's twin, she works as a Healer. She saves peoples lives for a living. The two of them are my Uncle Gideon's kids." Ron explained. "She lives in France at the moment." He said.

"My brother Bill whose twenty two, he's off in Egypt and works as a Curse Breaker. He works for the bank Gringotts. He gets paid a decent amount of money." Ron said with a shrug. "My other cousin, Waverly, whose twenty-one…well mum and dad aren't too happy about her job. She works as a Magical Law Enforcement witch in the squad. She travels anywhere she's needed." He gave a shrug. "She works for the German government." He gave a small frown as he continued to speak. "Mum and dad in general aren't too happy about what she does. They don't talk to her much; she never seems to have the time. She's my Uncle Fabians daughter." Ron gave a deep breath and continued to speak.

"Bradley is twenty years old, he works in America and sometimes in Canada, as an Auror. He's quite well known there. He's also my Uncle Fabians son." Ron explained, happy to talk about his other cousins he thought as siblings, that he didn't see often. "Charlie whose also twenty years old, works in Romania. He's a Dragon Keeper. Helps try to keep them under control and train them. He told me he met a good friend there, I'm thinking he has some feelings for this 'friend', with the way he talks about her." Ron smirked at his statement. "He lives in Romania." Taking a deep breathe he continued. Harley tilted her head with interest.

"They sound like interesting jobs." She stated with a half smile. "What's an Auror?" She curiously asked. Ron instantly brightened even more at her question and became eager to explain in a rush of words.

"They're dark wizard catchers. They fight with them to capture them and send them to Prison. Brad always has some really cool story of how he barely caught this dark witch or wizard. He's only really gotten hurt once." The boy shuttered. "Worst two weeks of my life. I've never seen mum so depressed. We had to go to America when that accident happened. He's never really been the same, and looks different now too." Harley could only imagine what could have happened. Her mind flashed to different scenarios, each more gruesome then the last. But yet, she couldn't help but like the idea of being an Auror someday.

"Then there's Valeria who's nineteen and training to become a Journalist for some News Paper in Japan. Mum's glad at least one of her nieces are doing something not dangerous." Ron explained with a shrug. "She's my Uncle Gideon's daughter." Ron explained. "My cousin Meredith is Valeria's age and my Uncle Fabian's kid. She's training to become an Unspeakable." Ron stated with a deep breath. "She lives in Africa at the moment." He bit his lip in thought. "Then there's my youngest cousin Morgan who's eighteen, he's been asked by Puddlemere United to play for their team. Morgan is one of the best Quidditch players I know." Ron stated with a large smile. "He's my Uncle Fabians son and lives here whenever he's not traveling for his team." Harley nodded her head in understanding, her mind rushed with many thoughts, filled with things she didn't truly understand or know about. Ron shrugged his shoulders. The red haired boy had finally finished. He seemed eager to talk about his large family, Harley realized. Harley wasn't complaining though. It was interesting to learn about a family that loved and cared for one another. Harley didn't know the meaning of love or friendship or any word that meant that someone cared about you.

For the rest of the train ride, Harley and Ron munched on junk food and talked about everything. Over the car ride they make best friends and meet a few other new people, including Neville Longbottom, Hermione Granger and Nevaeh Pierre – Longbottom, who was Neville's cousin on his fathers side. Over all, Harley had an enjoyable train ride heading to Hogwarts. The best part of the train ride, was Harley didn't see the Dursleys.

All right, I'm finished with this part. I know it wasn't very interesting, but I just wanted to introduce the Weasley's cousins, the Prewetts. They will appear in the series around the fourth or fifth story.

To make this easier for you all to get, Gideon Prewett is the father of Waverly Prewett (Age 21), Bradley Prewett (20), Meredith Prewett (Age 19) and Morgan Prewett (Age 18). Fabian Prewett is the father of Alexander and Cassiopeia Prewett (Age 24) and Valeria Prewett) (Age 19).

Here are the ages of the Weasley family in Harley's first year just like how the Prewett's are this age at the moment in Harley's first year. Bill Weasley (Age 22), Charlie Weasley (Age 20), Percy Weasley (Age 15), Fred & George Weasley (Age 14), Ron Weasley (Age 11) and Ginny Weasley (Age 10). I had to figure out everyone's ages so I could get this thing working.

Hmm, let's see. Just extra information to tell you how old the kid's are when their parents or Uncles/Aunts get killed. Alex and Cassie were 11, Bill was 9, Waverly was 8, Bradley & Charlie were 7, and Mary and Valeria were 6, Morgan was 5, Percy was 3 and Fred & George were 1.

When Voldemort is defeated, Alex and Cassie are 13, Bill is 11, Waverly is 10, Bradley & Charlie are 9, Mary and Valeria are 8, Morgan is 7, Percy is 5, Fred & George are 4 and Ron is 1. I know they probably weren't (The Weasley's I mean) this age in the books, but this is how old I'm making them be when Voldemort is defeated.

R&R and tell me what you think of the characters and of the story. IF you're unable to make a review, send me a message if you want. You can even give your input on some ideas if you want.

Next chapters should be up soon. Chapter Seven will be called A Talking Hat Sorts Me?

Your Writer,

TheWeepingRaven