Ivy was pretty happy when she learned that her Aunt would be the one delivering her to the train station. Her Aunt was the one who snuck her food and medicine to her. Her Aunt was the only one that cared.
Petunia smiled softly at her as she got out of the car, "Just remember where the barrier is, sweety. I need to go so I'm not late." SHe kissed her forehead, "Be careful, alright? No stupid stunts. I love you, and have fun and learn a lot."
Ivy nodded, "Sure thing Aunt Petunia. I promise." She knew she wasn't going to be able to write her Aunt, if Vernon or Dudley found out, both would likely get hurt for it.
Ivy rolled her trolley through the station with a sigh. At least she didn't have any bruising for the start of term, and Petunia figured it was likely that now that she was aware of her magic, her subconscious was likely directing it to heal her.
She took off through the barrier to Platform 9 ¾ and was fairly happy when she didn't crash into a brick wall. She didn't know about others, but wouldn't that hurt?
She was just trying to get her trunk put away when they showed up.
A few minutes ago, Fred and George Weasley (Or commonly known as either Gred and Forge) had been chatting with Lee Jordan, their best friend and so far the only person, mother included, who could tell them apart ninety percent of the time.
It was about the time they were about to bored the train when Fred happened to see her. It made him stop and stare at her. "Hey…George." He called, realizing Lee had gone ahead.
"Yes, brother mine?"
"That's her." He simply told his twin, gesturing to the struggling girl.
George studied her for a moment before shrugging. "I think she needs some help, so come on."
"Smart, we can see if she remembers." Fred replied, catching his brothers train of thought.
"Hello! I'm the funny twin George Weasley-"
"I'm the good looking one Fred Weasley-"
"You look like you-"
"Could use some help-"
"With your trunk?"
She huffed, setting it back down and nodding, having not looked at them. "That'd be nice, actually." She said, glaring at the offending object.
"Then we'll get it-"
"For you Miss?"
"Thank you, then." She offered, turning to calm her owl down. "Shh, Hedwig calm down girl. It's ok. When we get on the train I'll let you out, I know you hate your cage." She told the Snowy Owl. It seemed to placate her for the time being.
When the black haired eleven year old turned to say thanks again she blinked for a minute, going blank. That was him, the one that'd gotten into her head!
Which was he though? Fred or George?
"Um…t-thank you…I…gotta go!" She grabbed her familiars cage and took off, shooting into the train and settling into a compartment quickly.
It wasn't long after she'd set Hedwig free, and had the owl perched on her shoulder while she read (Reread actually) Hogwarts a History, that the compartment door slid open and a redhead looked in for a minute.
"Umm, it alright if I sit in here? Most of the compartments are full…" He trailed off, shifting his feet.
She stared at him for a minute, before nodding, "I don't mind. It's not as if I own the compartment." She said with a shrug.
Returning to her book she marked her place and placed it into a dragon hide bag that she kept a few owl treats in.
"So…er, what's your name?" He asked nervously after closing the compartment door and settling down comfortably.
"Oh…right. Ivy Potter." She rather hoped he wouldn't gawk at her. She glad Hagrid had talked her into getting her eyes fixed while in Diagon Alley last week. Other wise the glasses she'd been wearing wouldn't have let her actually see properly.
"I-Ivy Potter? As in the Girl-Who-Lived?" He paused. "Well…I'm pretty sure you've heard enough of 'Thank You' and 'I'm so sorry about your parents' so I'll just say it's nice to meet you."
She giggled, "Your right, I have. I really can't miss my parents." She said, sobering for a moment, "I didn't know them…anyway, what's your name?"
"Ron Weasley." He told her proudly.
"Oh, pleasure. I met your brothers earlier." 'One much earlier. Now if I could figure out which of them it was!' She thought.
He shrugged, "Just watch out for their pranks."
She nodded, appreciating the warning. "Sure thing."
"So…what house you think your going to be in?" Ron asked, nibbling one of the chocolate frogs Ivy had bought off the trolley sometime later.
"Well, I read about them in Hogwarts a History, and I think I've narrowed it down to two houses. Ravenclaw or Slytherin." she explained. "I'm fairly perceptive, and my Aunt says I'm pretty smart, so that's why Ravenclaw, as for Slytherin…" She trailed off, looking thoughtful, "They seem a bit misunderstood. Not every Dark Wizard came from them. Look at Gellert Grindlewald. He was in Gryffindor just like Albus Dumbledore. They were friends for a while." She paused, "And I'm pretty good with snakes…" She held back a laugh at the image that popped up form Dudley's birthday. That python had been pretty happy about being free.
"Yea, but what about all the Death Eater's in training? What if they go after you?" He asked earnestly.
"That's just it, their in training. They aren't death eaters yet. Until they are I'm just going to ignore them and defend myself. What sort of Half-Blood would I be if I didn't read ahead and study the spells were going ot be learning. Not as if I have much else ot do…" She evaluated.
He cocked his head a moment before speaking, "I'll probably wind up in Gryffindor." He sighed, "And the bad thing is, if you wind up in Slytherin theirs a huge house rivalry…"
"Well, lets make a deal, then." She offered up, "Even if we get separated into opposing houses, we'll still be friends, no matter what?" She held her hand out to him, careful not to jostle her familiar.
He grinned, "Deal!" He said shaking her hand enthusiastically.
Hedwig gave a happy chirp. Good, her flower needed friends.
'I heard that, Hedwig.' Ivy thought to her.
'I meant you to.' Was all the girls familiar replied.
Well, Ivy's met the boy of her dreams...literaly. Looks like Fred's wantingot get to the bottom of this too. Let's hope Ivy and Ron can keep that deal, eh?
Till next time, R&R!