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Harry POV

The door of my compartment slid open and the youngest red-headed boy came in. "Anyone sitting there?" He asked, pointing to the seat next to me. "Everywhere else is full." I shook my head and the boy sat down. He glanced at me and then quickly looked out of the window, pretending that he hadn't looked. It was amusing, if not a little unnerving. I noticed that he still had that black mark on his nose.

"Hey, Ron." The twins were back. "Listen, we're going down the middle of the train- Lee Jordan's got a giant tarantula down there."
"Right," mumbled Ron.

"Harry," said the other twin, "did we introduce ourselves? Fred and George Weasley. And this is Ron, our brother. See you later, then."

"Bye," both Ron and I said. The twins slid the compartment door shut behind them.

"Are you really Harry Potter?" Ron blurted out, startling me. I nodded. "Oh- well, I thought it might be one of Fred and George's jokes. And have you really got- you know…" He trailed off, pointing to my fringe. I pulled back my fringe to show him my lighting scar. Ron stared. "So that's where You-Know-Who-?"

"Yes," I replied, "but I can't remember it."

"Nothing?" Ron asked eagerly.

"Well- I remember a lot of green light, but nothing else."

"Wow," he said. He sat and stared at me for a few moments, then, as though he had suddenly realised what he was doing, he looked quickly out of the window again.

"Are all your family wizards?" I asked curiously, trying to break the silence. I found Ron just as interesting as Ron found me.

"Er- yes, I think so," he said. "I think Mum's got a second cousin who's an accountant, but we never really talk about him."

"So you must know loads of magic already." The Weasleys were clearly one of those old wizarding families the pale boy in Diagon Alley had talked about.

"I heard you went to live with Muggles," said Ron. "What are they like?"

"Horrible- well, not all of them. My aunt and uncle and cousin are, though. Wish I'd had three wizard brothers."

"Five," said Ron, for some reason he was looking gloomy. "I'm the sixth in our family to go to Hogwarts. You could say I've got a lot to live up to. Bill and Charlie have already left- Bill was Head Boy and Charlie was captain of Quidditch. Now Percy's a Prefect. Fred and George mess around a lot, but they still get really good marks and everyone thinks they're really funny. Everyone expects me to do as well as the others, but if I do, it's no big deal, because they did it first. You never get anything new, either, with five brothers. I've got Bill's old robes, Charlie's old wand and Percy's old rat." Ron reached inside his jacket and pulled out a fat, grey rat, which was asleep. It was quite ugly, and I scrunched up my nose at it a little, so did Ron, obviously not glad to have this rat. "His name's Scabbers and he's useless, he hardly ever wakes up. Percy got an owl from my dad for being made a Prefect, but they couldn't aff- I mean, I got Scabbers instead." His ears went pink. He seemed to think he'd said too much, because he went back to staring out of the window. I didn't think there was anything wrong with not being able to afford an owl. After all, he'd never had any money in his life until a month ago, and he told Ron so, all about having to wear Dudley's old clothes and never getting proper birthday presents. Oddly enough, this seemed to cheer Ron up.

"...and until Hagrid told me, I didn't know anything about being a wizard or about my parents or Voldemort-" Ron cut me off with a gasp. "What?" I asked, confused.

"You said You-Know-Who's name!" he exclaimed, sounding both shocked and impressed. Oh, right. Wizards don't like saying his name. I thought, a look of understanding crossing my face, as Ron said, "I'd have thought you, of all the people-" I cut him off, a little agitated.

"I'm not trying to be brave, of anything, saying the name." I said. "I just never knew you shouldn't. See what I mean? I've got loads to learn… I bet," I added, voicing for the first time something that had been worrying me a lot lately, "I bet I'm the worst in the class."

"You won't be." Ron reassured me. "There's loads of people who come from Muggle families and they learn quick enough." While we had been talking, the train had taken us out of London. Now, they were speeding past fields full of cows and sheep. They were quiet for a time, watching the fields and lanes flick past. Around half past twelve, there was a great clattering outside in the corridor and a smiling, dimpled woman slid back the door and said, "Anything off the trolley, dears?" I hadn't had any breakfast, so I leapt to my feet, but Ron's ears went pink again and he muttered that he'd brought sandwiches. I looked to the other boy in our compartment, but he was still passed out against the window, snoring softly. I wonder who he is. I thought briefly, before going out into the corridor. I had never had any money for sweets with the Dursleys and now that I had pockets rattling with gold and silver, I was ready to buy as many Mars Bars as I could carry- but the woman didn't have Mars Bars. What she did have were Bertie Bott's Every-Flavour Beans, Drooble's Best Blowing Gum, Chocolate Frogs, Pumpkin Pasties, Cauldron Cakes, Liquorice Wands and a number of strange things I had never seen in my life. Not wanting to miss anything, I got some of everything and paid the woman eleven silver Sickles and seven bronze Knuts. Ron stared as I brought it all back into the compartment and tipped it onto an empty seat.

"Hungry, are you?" Ron said softly, trying not to awaken the boy by the window.

"Starving," I said, taking a large bite out of a pumpkin pasty. Ron had taken out a lumpy package and unwrapped it. There were four sandwiches in there. He pulled one of them apart and said, "She always forgets I don't like corned beef." He must have said it a little too loudly, because the sleeping boy stirred slightly in his sleep, but settled down again. Once I was sure I wouldn't wake him up by talking, I spoke.

"Swap you for one of these," I said, holding out one of the pasties. "Go on-"

"You don't want this, it's all dry," said Ron. "She hasn't got much time," He added quickly, "you know, with five of us."

"Go on, have a pasty," I encouraged him. I had never had anything to share before, or anyone to share it with. It was a nice feeling, sitting there with Ron, eating our way through all my pasties and cakes (Ron's sandwiches lay forgotten next to us).

"What are these?" I asked Ron, holding up a pack of Chocolate Frogs. "They're not really frogs, are they?" I was starting to feel as though nothing would surprise me.

"No," said Ron. "But see what the card is, I'm missing Agrippa."

"What?" I asked, confused.

"Oh, of course, you wouldn't know- Chocolate Frogs have cards inside them, you know, to collect- Famous Witches and Wizards. I've got about five hundred, but I haven't got Agrippa or Ptolemy." I unwrapped my Chocolate Frog and picked up the card. It showed a man's face. He wore half-moon glasses, had a long crooked nose and flowing silver hair, beard and moustache. Underneath the picture was the name Albus Dumbledore.

"So this is Albus Dumbledore!" I said.

"Don't tell me you'd never heard of Dumbledore!" said Ron. "Can I have a frog? I might get Agrippa- thanks-" I turned over the card and read:

Albus Dumbledore, currently Headmaster of Hogwarts. Considered by many the greatest wizard of modern times, Professor Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of Grindelwald in 1945, for the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon's blood and his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicholas Flamel. Professor Dumbledore enjoys chamber music and tenpin bowling.

I turned it back over and saw, to my astonishment, that Dumbledore's face had disappeared. "He's gone!"

"Well, you can't expect him to hang around all day," said Ron. "He'll be back. No, I've got Morgana again and I've got about six of her… do you want it? You can start collecting." His eyes strayed to the pile of Chocolate Frogs waiting to be unwrapped.

"Help yourself," I said. "But in, you know, the Muggle world, people just stay put in photos."

"Do they? What, they don't move at all?" Ron sounded amazed. "Weird!" I stared as Dumbledore sidled back into the picture on my card and gave me a small smile. Ron was more interested in eating the frogs than looking at the Famous Witches and Wizards cards, but I couldn't keep my eyes off them. Soon, I had not only Dumbledore and Morgana, but Hengist the Woodcroft, Alberic Grunnion, Circe, Paracelsus and Merlin. However, I finally tore my eyes from the druidess Cliodna, who was scratching her nose, to the boy opposite me, when he started muttering in his sleep. Ron had looked up as well, and we both watched as the boy began to awaken. He looked a little dazed at first, as he took his head off his window, his startlingly dark, almost black, eyes portraying confusion and panic, as though he didn't know where he was. Though as he took in his surroundings, he seemed to calm down a little. He turned his gaze on me and the confusion returned to his eyes.

"Um, hi." he said uncertainly.

A/N:

Sorry for the slow updates, I've been binging Supernatural and kind of forgot I was in the middle of writing fanfiction. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and as usual, let me know what you think in the comments.

Thanks for reading x

-GazelleRLG