Mum woke Ginny and I up at about seven in the morning, telling us to get dressed and eat. We had packed last night, as to have the leisure to relax before rushing to Apparate to King's Cross Station.
We dressed slowly, me in ripped, grass-stained jeans and a light blue tank top, which complimented my eyes, layered by a black top that dipped down to the top of my torso, and the sleeves stopped at my elbow, showing off the tank top.
It was one of my favorite outfits, but also modest, and I was glad to be leaving in style!
Ginny wore a dark brown sweater, with a jean skirt that went to her knees. It looked quite nice on her, actually.
We ran down the stairs at about eight thirty, and ate breakfast slowly, enjoying the burst of flavors on our tongue. Mum was an amazing cook!
Fred and George challenged us to a game of Exploding Snap, and we accepted. Soon enough, we were winning.
I wasn't sure if it was intentional or not, though.
The twins seem to go easy on us, sometimes. It annoys me so much! But, all too soon, it was time to leave for the Station. Mum and Dad took my elder siblings first, and then they Apparated back for Ginny, Ron and I.
After the horrid displeasure of being squeezed down a tube, we arrived in a back alley close to the Station. We walked the rest of the way, and I'm sure we looked a little odd, carrying heavy trunks.
But, our family is odd, so the Muggles had reason to stare, I'm sure. I just laughed though, and skipped ahead, after using puppy dog eyes on George to carry my heavy trunk for me.
"Goodness, Krys, what did you pack in here? Gnomes?" He cried out.
"No, just robes, my school supplies, a little bit of make-up, not too much though, don't worry Mum, and Muggle clothes for relaxing in on weekends." I said cheerfully, spreading my arms and enjoying the surprising warmth of the sun.
Even though I was a little ways ahead of them, I still heard George mutter, "I still think she packed a gnome or two in here." I stuck my tongue out at him, and promptly ignored him for the rest of the way.
When we arrived about two minutes later, we all, except for Ginny, Mum and Dad, loaded our trunks onto trolleys, and headed in-between platform 9 and 10.
"Can I go first, Daddy?" I said sweetly. Ah, the gift of persuasion.
"Sure thing, Krys!" He replied with a soft smile at me. I checked for Muggles, and then ran forward at the barrier.
I had already been through countless times, taking Fred and George and my other brothers, so I wasn't surprised to see the colossal scarlet train in front of me. I waited for my siblings and parents, and then we all loaded our trunks onto the train.
"Hey, Krys and Ron, go find an empty compartment. We're still about ten minutes early, so hopefully there are still a few left."
We quickly obliged, and boarded the train. I looked around in awe, still not believing that I was actually here.
Sadly, though, luck was against us, and we didn't find an empty compartment.
But, luck was sort of with us, as we did find one that only had one boy in it, and by the looks of him, he was a first year, just like us. He had raven-black hair that stuck up, and it looked like he had emerald green eyes. Me being the bravest one, I opened the door and stuck my head in.
"Mind if we sit here? Everywhere else is full." He shook his head, and the two of us came in. He stuck his hand out and introduced himself.
"Hello. I'm Harry Potter." Ron's eyes went wide, and I'm sure my eyes went wider. "Wha-" Ron started, but I clapped my hand over his mouth, not even taking my eyes off of him.
"Excuse me for one moment, please. My sibling gets a little over-excited." I smiled sweetly at Harry, and he nodded, a little confused, but not surprised.
I dragged Ron into the corridor, where the train was now starting to move.
We quickly waved goodbye to Mum and Dad, and then I turned to him, closing the glass door that trapped my supposed-to-be-dead-brother.
"Don't say a word! He thinks I'm dead also, so I'm just going to be your sister, and not his. Maybe later on in the year I'll tell him."
He looked at me like I was crazy. Not that I blame him, of course.
"Krys, this guy is your brother! Who you thought was dead! He thinks the same of you, probably. Why don't you want to tell him?" Ron asked.
"I don't want to freak him out! Ron, please. Do it for me." I put on my best Bambi face, and he immediately broke down.
It works every time.
"Fine. But later on in the year, you are telling him, and if you won't, I'll do it myself." I grinned a crystal (get it?) white smile, and gave him a big hug, practically tackling him.
"Oh, thank you, Ron! You're the best adoptive brother ever!" He blushed red and looked modestly down, which wasn't unlike him.
Well, the modestly part was.
The looking down part and blushing part wasn't.
We went back inside, and extended our hands.
"Hello!" I chirped. "I'm Krystal Po-Weasley, but you can call me Krys." I flashed a sunny smile at him, and he smiled back, and shook my hand. I can't believe that I almost said my former last name!
Without dropping my smile, or looking away from Harry, I bopped Ron on the back of his head, and he quickly put out a hand also, saying, "Ron Weasley."
Ron gave a nervous smile, and then gave me a weak glare. Harry chuckled, and I gave a quick laugh.
My parents say that my laugh sounds like bells. All right, that was random.
Ron looked at Harry and said, "Do you have the, ya know…" He pointed to his forehead and flushed. I rolled my eyes at his stupidness.
Of course Harry had the scar! I did also. Harry smiled and pushed his black bangs out of the way, showing a lightning bolt shaped scar.
Without thinking, I touched my scar, but I didn't push my hair out of the way. Harry looked at me strangely when he saw me doing this, but I passed off the action as an itch to the scalp.
He looked as if he understood, and for the rest of the trip we talked. Harry bought a ton of candy, after much protesting from us, but we soon gave in.
The temptation for Chocolate Frogs was too much.
When we could see the castle, I quickly ran to the ladies washroom at the other side of the rain, and put my robes on, which were new, seeing as how I am one of two girls in the family, the only other girl being younger.
I then sprinted back to the compartment, where I realized that Fred and George had never met us there.
Ah, oh well.
We sat down again and talked nervously about Hogwarts, and how we thought we were going to be sorted.
Fred and George, the prats, had told us that it's really painful, but I knew that wasn't true. We also talked about the idiotic jerk that wore the name Draco Malfoy. Unfortunately, we had the pleasure of meeting him. He came into our compartment, and practically demanded that Harry join him and his stupid, fat sidekicks.
Disgusting.
Soon enough, we arrived at the castle, and we stepped off of the train onto the platform. It was a chilly night, and I hugged my cloak tighter around me, glad to have it.
We soon heard a call of "Firs' years! Firs' years this way!", and we walked in that direction.
I soon enough felt very, very tiny under the gaze of a humongous person with black eyes and a beard.
But he was nice enough, I suppose. Whatever. I was still scared.
He herded us towards a huge lake, which was across from the huge castle of Hogwarts. Amazing is the word I chose, I believe.
I was put in a boat with Harry, Ron with Neville, and Hermione, a girl who was looking for Neville's frog, was put with a boy named Terry Boot, I think.
We arrived at Hogwarts, and by that time, I was shaking in my trainers. A stern woman, who we were to call Professor McGonagall, led us to gigantic wooden doors, practically as big as the oak doors in the front of the castle.
"Get into a straight line. We will be going into the Great Hall to be Sorted by the Sorting Hat." McGonagall barked. She explained about the four Houses, Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff, but then again, I already knew about the houses. I am partial to Gryffindor, of course. Then, the doors opened and we walked in, probably looking pathetic, cowering the way we were, so I held my head up high, and smiled at everyone, throwing in a wave for my brothers. They waved back, and Fred and George gave me a thumbs up. Then the Sorting began, but I only paid attention to a few names, and by 'a few' I meant the ones that I knew.
"Granger, Hermione!" was sorted into Gryffindor, not long after the Sorting Hat was placed upon her head of unruly curls. I liked her, and I thought that we could become good friends.
I smiled at her when she walked by, and she smiled back, a relieved smile.
Next was "Longbottom, Neville!" The Sorting Hat took a while with him, but soon he was placed in "GRYFFINDOR!" I cheered loudly for him.
I loved to make friends, and I never passed up a chance to. Immediately after him, was a certain stuck-up blondie by the name of Draco Malfoy.
'Draco' actually means 'dragon' in Latin. I found it in one of my schoolbooks one day, when I was reading them for something to do.
Personally, I think 'dragon' describes his personality at the moment greatly.
I stuck my tongue out at him when he was sorted into Slytherin, although it wasn't much of a surprise.
After a few more people, the name I had been dreading was called. McGonagall looked a little surprised before reading the name off of her scroll.
"Potter, Harry."
This reading was cause and effect, basically. The effect was that whispers instantaneously broke out all over the hall, presumably about Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived.
I have to admit, I was pretty mad that there most likely wasn't one whisper about The-Twins-Who-Lived, as that was what really happened.
I pretended to look surprised about Harry though, so as not to rouse suspicion.
Not surprisingly, the Hat called out "GRYFFINDOR!" A little bit after it was placed on his crown.
After a few more names, Ron was called up.
"Weasley, Ronald!" Ron was a strange mixture of white and red. It reminded me of pizza, with the tomato sauce spread on the dough before baked.
Ron barely had the Hat on his head for fifteen seconds before it called out, "GRYFFINDOR!" Goodness, all of my friends were getting put into Gryffindor. Next was my name.
"Weasley, Krystal!" McGonagall called. Instead of sulking down and scampering for the stool, I stood up straight, and walked at a reasonable pace to the stool, and then I swept the room with my eyes, flashing a brilliant grin at them all.
Just before the Hat was slipped over my eyes, I saw quite a few elder students looking surprised that I wasn't scared.
'Hmmm… Quite difficult to place you, quite difficult, yes... Krystal Weasley, you say, but in reality you are The-Girl-Who-Lived… And keeping it a secret, I see.
You are brave, indeed, and want to show that you aren't afraid. I see that you are also very smart, yes, but also very cunning and loyal, as well. You would do well in any house, but greatest in Slytherin… At this, I let out a small squeak, and thought hard, 'Not Slytherin. I'll go to Slytherin when Voldemort gets a moldy wart.'
The Hat chuckled (Can hats chuckle?), and said, 'Well then, weighing the options, it better be "GRYFFINDOR!"
I had been sitting down for about three minutes before the Hat finally decided. I placed the hat properly down on the stool, and then walked at a brisk pace toward my table, grinning all the while.
I went by the twins, and pushed them apart, easily. I am very strong, and proud of it. That's what comes from doing twenty-five sit-ups a day, along with the latter amount of jumping jacks and twenty push-ups.
Right after me was "Zabini, Blaise!" He was made a Slytherin, and by the looks of his smug face, that's where he belonged.
Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster, stood up and spread his hands wide, silencing the hall immediately.
"Welcome!" He boomed. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you!"
I laughed loudly, along with the entire hall, and clapped. Food suddenly magically appeared on the golden platters in front of me, but I wasn't that surprised.
I lived in a house of wizards. Not a lot surprises you after a while.
I ate my fill, and then had a couple treacle tarts, which I love a lot. My favorite dessert, definitely. When I finished, I just leaned my head on Fred's shoulder and listened to the happy chatter surrounding me, before Dumbledore had a few announcements.
"Ahem – just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered," The Headmaster started. "I have a few start-of-term notices to give you. First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well."
I noticed that his eyes went to Fred and George, and we all laughed and did a high five. "I have been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors.
"Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for the house teams should contact Madam Hooch. And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."
Fred and I looked seriously at each other, but our eyes were saying, 'We're so checking that out!'
Then, we sang the school song. I can't remember having more fun! I sang with the twins at a funeral march pace, so, naturally, we finished last. That song is going to be stuck in my head for a long time. No, seriously. (Krys at 75, in a hospital because of cardiac arrest; "Hogwarts, Hogwarts, hoggy, hoggy Hogwarts, teach us something please!")
"Ah, music. A magic beyond all that we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!" Dumbledore said, and we followed Percy (Mr. Prefect Percy. I didn't have the heart, or stupidity, to tell him that the twins had bewitched his badge again.) back to the common room, where the password was Caput Draconis.
I promptly walked upstairs to my dormitory, pulled out my blue pajamas, and swiftly got into them.
Then I laid on my bed, on top of my covers, on my stomach, and talked with the other girls until a little past midnight.
We found out each other's birthdays and family, and everyone was surprised to find out that I was adopted, my birthday was July 31st, the same as Harry Potter's, and that I excel at potions.
When I finally closed my eyes and fell asleep, little did I know that, in the bed next to me, Hermione was piecing together the puzzle pieces. She lay awake, thinking hard. 'Adopted… Same birthday as Harry Potter… Hold on… Didn't Harry Potter have a sister named Krystal?'
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Long, long chapter. I don't usually write very long chapters (This one is 3,194 words, making it the longest chapter I have ever written). They vary around 600-800 words usually.
Well, I left out the part about Malfoy and Hermione because it's after midnight, and I think that if you're reading this you've read the books/watched the movies. I can be a lazy prat sometimes.
("Now, class, who can tell me what a lazy prat is?" - student raises hand - "Um, 4EvaInHim on FanFiction?" "Correct! A million bajillion points! MONEY! MONEY! MONEY!")
Sorry, that thought just randomly came to me. I have a strange mind... Very strange indeed...
Well, review, please! I want this to be a popular story... I really don't know why. I might not update for a little bit, though, as I have to work on Crystal Waters some. But, I am getting WB for that... Oh, well.
Bye for now!
~4Eva