Chapter 4: Mother into Big Sister

Harry's first year on the Quidditch team went extremely well. He managed to make it through his first year relatively well overall, despite having to fight against an agent of Voldemort to rescue the Sorcerer's Stone.

The next fall, Harry arrived at King's Cross Station with the Weasleys, having spent part of the summer with them. But when he tried to pass through the barrier to Platform 9 3/4s, he was blocked.

Now all alone, and having missed the train, Harry had no way to get to Hogwarts. Unless….

He managed to hijack Mr. Weasley's flying Ford Anglia and - at only 12 years old - piloted it across the skies in pursuit of the Hogwarts Express. However, an accident led the train to nearly run down the flying car, and the vehicle's erratic movements as Harry took evasive action suddenly left him dangling from the driver side door over the moving steam engine.

At that very moment, Angelina and Fred and George were in a compartment with peers. Angelina was frantically worried about Harry's safety.

"Don't worry, Ange, I'm sure Harry made it onto the train on time…." one girl was saying. Then, she looked out the window, and screamed.

There was Harry, hanging precariously from the Ford Anglia as he struggled to climb back in and regain control of the car.

"HARRY!" Angelina screamed in terror, though he could not hear them. "We have to get to him! He can't hold on!"

"No! Look!" George pointed.

Using his upper-body strength from when he had to get on his broom, Harry managed to climb the open door and re-enter the car, pulling the door to behind him.

"What the hell does he think he's doing with Dad's car?" Fred gawked.

Angelina just smiled. "Trying to get to school."

Fred and George were furious.

No, it was not about Harry stealing their family car and then crashing it into the Whomping Willow. In fact, the twins were rather impressed with that feat. No, this was about Harry essentially letting a Rouge Bludger hit him and break his arm during a Quidditch match.

The whole Gryffindor Team was now gathered in the hospital wing, watching Harry have to take Skele-Gro to regenerate his bones and recover.

"You should have done more to dodge that Bludger, Harry!" Fred roared angrily. "You're a fast flyer; you could have kept dodging it for as long as you had to!"

Angelina rounded on the eldest Weasley twin. "And try and catch the Snitch while doing that? Forget it, Fred! Harry wouldn't be here if you and George had just kept on protecting him like you were doing!"

"That's no excuse, Angelina! You can't keep defending him! Don't coddle him! Harry didn't want us to protect him, and Oliver ordered us off him!" George countered. "You're right, we should have kept on protecting him!"

"That's because you never give him a chance!"

"Give him a chance?" Fred boomed. "Neither do you, when you keep on babying him! Angelina, look at him! He will never be one of us!"

Harry was deeply hurt by the twin's words.

That night, Angelina was Harry's last visitor before lights out. She helped tuck him into bed.

"Why am I so different?" Harry pouted. Angelina just smiled at him.

"Never mind what Fred and George said…"

"But look at me!" Harry insisted, his voice forceful. Angelina did look at him, her mouth drawn in a hard line.

"I am, Harry. And I see a little boy who wants to become a man long before he is ready. I admire that as your goal, but you need to give yourself time. Until then, know that I will accept you however you are."

Harry nodded, feeling valued by his best mate.