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Harry woke up at 5:00 AM, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. He stretched his arms and yawned, knowing that today marked the beginning of a new chapter in his life.
"I'm really doing it," Harry thought to himself, a grin spreading across his face. "I'm going to Hogwarts."
He got out of bed and walked to the window, pulling back the curtains to reveal a dark and quiet world outside.
"It's still early," Harry said to himself, but he couldn't shake off the feeling of anticipation.
He decided to take a shower to wake himself up, the warm water helping to clear his mind and prepare him for the day ahead.
"Today's the day," Harry whispered, his heart racing with excitement. "I'm going to make new friends, learn new spells, and become a real wizard."
Harry returned to his room, eager to get dressed for his big day. He stood in front of his wardrobe, deliberating on what to wear.
"I want to look good, but not too flashy," Harry thought to himself.
He decided on a pair of smart trousers and a crisp white shirt, finishing off the outfit with a simple yet elegant sweater.
"I could wear my Hogwarts robes," Harry considered, "but maybe that's too much for the Muggle world."
He didn't want to draw unnecessary attention to himself, so he settled on his carefully chosen outfit.
"That's perfect," Harry said to himself, admiring his reflection in the mirror. "I look smart, but not too out of place."
Harry slipped on the sweater, feeling a sense of relief. Without it, his shirt clung to his physique, revealing the defined muscles he had developed over the summer.
At just eleven years old, Harry's body was impressive, with visible abs, broad shoulders, and toned arms. He couldn't help but feel proud of his transformation.
"But I'd better cover up," Harry thought to himself, smiling wryly. "I don't want to draw too much attention."
He knew that if he flexed his muscles, girls would swoon, and that would definitely not go down well with Ginny.
"I don't want to make Ginny jealous," Harry said, chuckling softly. "She'd kill me if girls started eyeing me up the moment I stepped off the platform."
With the sweater securely in place, Harry felt more at ease, his confidence boosted by his newfound physique, yet tempered by his desire to keep a low profile.
Harry put on an apron and headed to the kitchen, determined to make his own sandwiches for the journey. He refused to use any of the Dursleys' ingredients, instead opting for his own supplies.
"I'm not going to miss their cooking, that's for sure," Harry thought to himself, expertly assembling his sandwiches.
By 6:00 AM, Harry had already prepared his lunch, feeling a sense of accomplishment.
"You know, I think I'll make one last breakfast for the Dursleys," Harry said to himself, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Just for courtesy's sake, of course."
He cracked eggs into a bowl, whisked them together, and heated up a pan, the aroma of scrambled eggs and bacon filling the kitchen.
"Maybe this will make them realize what they're missing," Harry thought, a wry smile spreading across his face.
As the breakfast cooked, Harry called out, "Breakfast is ready!" knowing full well the Dursleys wouldn't even acknowledge his effort.
Downstairs, only Dudley emerged, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He was greeted by the enticing aroma of freshly cooked breakfast and Harry's cheerful smile.
"Morning, Harry!" Dudley said, his eyes widening as he took in Harry's packed bags and determined expression. "You're all set, then?"
"Yeah, I'm ready," Harry replied, grinning. "Just waiting for the taxi."
Dudley nodded, his face serious. "I'll be in touch, Harry. And I'll keep working out, get even better shape."
Harry raised an eyebrow, teasingly. "Oh, really? Trying to impress the girls at Smeltings, are you?"
Dudley's face flushed, but he grinned. "Maybe, yeah. Can't let you be the only one with all the attention, cousin."
Harry chuckled. "You'll do just fine, Dudley. You've come a long way."
The two cousins shared a warm moment, their summer bond still strong.
"Thanks, Harry," Dudley said, his voice sincere. "Take care of yourself at Hogwarts."
"You too, Dudley," Harry replied. "Make me proud."
Leaving Dudley to enjoy his breakfast, Harry stepped out into the garden for one last look around. The early morning sunlight cast a warm glow over the familiar flowers and trees.
Harry's gaze wandered to the branch where Spare's nest once sat, now empty and silent. A pang of sadness touched his heart as he remembered his beloved sparrow.
"I'll miss you, Spare," Harry whispered, his eyes drifting to the spot where he had buried her.
But his thoughts quickly shifted to the future, and the promise he had made to raise Spare's egg. Hedwig was taking good care of it, and Harry felt a surge of determination.
"I'll make sure your chick grows strong and healthy," Harry vowed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll raise it with Hedwig's help, and it'll be a reminder of you."
Harry took a deep breath, feeling the crisp morning air fill his lungs. He knew he had to leave, but a part of him would always remain connected to this garden, to Spare's memory, and to the life he was leaving behind.
"Time to go," Harry said to himself, turning back towards the house, ready to embark on his new journey.
Harry returned to his room, double-checking that he had packed everything he needed. Satisfied that nothing was left behind, he turned his attention to his loyal companions.
First, he gently woke Kluer, his cat, whose fur had surprisingly changed to a vibrant yellow. Kluer stretched and yawned before nestling into Harry's black bag.
"Time to go, Kluer," Harry whispered, stroking her soft, yellow fur.
Next, Harry woke Hedwig, his majestic white owl, who blinked sleepily at him.
"Hey, Hedwig. Do you want to ride in your cage or travel with Kluer and me?" Harry asked.
"Who-who!" Hedwig responded, flapping her wings.
Harry smiled, knowing she preferred freedom over confinement.
"Okay, no cage then," Harry said with a chuckle. "You can ride with Kluer."
Harry carefully settled Hedwig beside Kluer in the black bag, ensuring the precious egg from Spare was secure beneath her wings.
"Protect Spare's egg, Hedwig," Harry said.
Hedwig softly hooted, nudging the egg with her beak.
With his beloved pets safely stowed, Harry zipped the bag and slung it over his shoulder, ready to face the day ahead.
"Let's do this," Harry said to himself.
Harry carefully placed Hedwig's empty cage in his seven-poster trunk, ensuring everything was secure for the journey.
Next, he checked his wallet, making sure he had enough Muggle money for any unexpected expenses, as well as a sufficient supply of wizarding gold, silver, and bronze coins.
With his finances in order, Harry took one last look around his room, memories of the past summer flooding his mind.
"Time to move on," Harry said to himself, a mix of excitement and nostalgia in his voice.
He grasped the handle of his trunk and headed downstairs, the wooden steps creaking beneath his feet.
In the hall, the clock struck 7:00 AM, and Vernon and Petunia were seated at the table, enjoying the breakfast Harry had prepared for them, albeit without any acknowledgement.
The atmosphere was tense, as it often was in the Dursley household, but Harry didn't let it faze him.
"I'm off," Harry announced, his voice clear and firm.
Vernon and Petunia didn't even look up from their plates, but Dudley, who had just descended the stairs, gave Harry a nod of acknowledgement.
"See you, cousin," Dudley said, his voice a little gruff, but with a hint of warmth.
"You too, Dudley," Harry replied, smiling slightly. "Take care of yourself at Smeltings."
Dudley nodded, and Harry turned to leave, his trunk and bag at the ready.
"Good riddance," Vernon muttered under his breath, but Harry just ignored him and headed out the door.
Dudley followed Harry out of the house, and they both made their way to the library, where they would wait for their taxi. The plan was for Mrs. Tucker, Harry's grandmother, to bring the taxi to take Harry to the station.
As they waited, they chatted about nothing in particular, just passing the time.
"I'm going to miss you, Harry," Dudley said, a hint of sincerity in his voice.
"I'll miss you too, Dudley," Harry replied. "But we'll stay in touch, okay?"
"Yeah, okay," Dudley said, nodding. "I'll write you letters from Smeltings.
"That would be great," Harry said, smiling. "I'll write back, and tell you all about Hogwarts."
Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of a car pulling up outside. Mrs. Tucker had arrived with the taxi.
Harry carefully loaded his trunk into the bonnet, securing it for the journey.
Once the trunk was stowed, Dudley and Harry climbed into the backseat of the taxi, while Mrs. Tucker, Harry's grandmother, settled into the front passenger seat.
As the taxi driver turned around, Harry's eyes lit up with recognition.
"Ah, welcome back, young man!" the driver exclaimed, his face breaking into a wide smile. "I'm glad to see you again!"
"Hi!" Harry replied, grinning. "Congratulations on the new baby! How's Lily doing?"
"Lily's doing great, thanks for asking!" the driver said. "My wife and I are absolutely loving every minute of parenthood."
Mrs. Tucker smiled warmly. "I'm so happy for you. Being a grandparent myself, I know how special it is."
The driver nodded, smiling. "I can only imagine. Well, let's get you to King's Cross on time, shall we?"
"Please," Mrs. Tucker agreed.
With a final check of the mirrors, the driver pulled away from the curb, and the taxi merged into the morning traffic.
"Take care, Dudley," Harry said, turning to his cousin.
"You too, Harry," Dudley replied, his voice a little softer than usual.
As the taxi drove away, Harry felt a mix of emotions: excitement for Hogwarts, gratitude for his summer with the Dursleys, and anticipation for the adventures ahead.
As the taxi navigated through the morning traffic, the driver shared an astonishing story with his passengers.
"You know, I've been noticing something strange with my daughter Lily," he said, a hint of wonder in his voice. "Sometimes I think she's making things levitate, but I must be imagining it, right?"
Harry and Dudley exchanged a knowing look, their eyes sparkling with understanding.
"Maybe a new witch is ready," Harry said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Yeah, maybe," Dudley agreed, his expression serious.
But neither of them elaborated, bound by the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy. They couldn't reveal the truth to the driver, a Muggle, no matter how much they wanted to.
"It's just your imagination," Mrs. Tucker said, playing along. "Babies can be very surprising sometimes."
The driver nodded, though a hint of doubt lingered in his eyes.
"I suppose you're right," he said. "I just can't wait until she grows up and starts doing amazing things."
Harry and Dudley smiled, knowing that Lily's future was bright, but also knowing they had to keep her secret safe until the time was right.
They finally arrived at King's Cross Station, the taxi pulling up alongside the bustling terminal.
"Here we are," the driver announced, helping Mrs. Tucker out of the front seat.
"Thank you," Mrs. Tucker said, smiling.
Harry and Dudley climbed out of the backseat, stretching their legs.
"Thanks for the ride," Harry said, handing the driver a generous tip.
"Take care, young man," the driver replied, winking.
As the taxi drove away, Harry, Dudley, and Mrs. Tucker made their way to Platform 9.
"We'll wait for the Weasleys here," Mrs. Tucker said, nodding towards the Muggle platform.
"Ginny explained how to get to Platform 9 ," Harry said, "but I want to make sure I do it right."
"Don't worry, dear," Mrs. Tucker reassured him. "We'll get you onto the Hogwarts Express."
Dudley looked around curiously. "So, this is where the magic happens?"
"Not quite yet," Harry said with a grin.
As they waited, they sat down on a bench on Platform 9, blending in with the Muggle commuters.
"I'll miss you, Harry," Dudley said suddenly.
"I'll miss you too, Dudley," Harry replied, touched by his cousin's sentiment.
Just then, Mrs. Tucker glanced at her watch. "The Weasleys should be here soon."
And with that, they continued to wait, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of the Muggle world, eagerly anticipating the arrival of their wizarding friends.
By 10 o'clock, Harry's eyes scanned the platform, and suddenly, he spotted the Weasley family making their way towards them.
"Ah, they're here!" Harry exclaimed, his face lighting up with excitement.
As the Weasleys approached, Ginny's face broke into a radiant smile. She instantly jumped on Harry, wrapping him in a tight hug.
"Harry!" Ginny squealed, nearly squeezing the breath out of him.
Harry laughed, hugging her back just as fiercely.
Next, he exchanged warm handshakes with Ron, Percy, and the mischievous twins, Fred and George.
"Good to see you, mate!" Ron said, grinning.
"Welcome back to the real world," Percy added, smiling.
"Watch out for the Hogwarts Express," Fred warned, winking. "It's going to be a wild ride!"
George chuckled, nudging Harry playfully.
Mrs. Weasley enveloped Harry in a warm hug. "Dear Harry, it's so wonderful to see you!"
"Sorry Arthur couldn't make it," she added, her eyes sparkling with apology.
Harry nodded understandingly. "It's okay, Mrs. Weasley. I know he's busy."
With the Weasley greetings out of the way, Harry turned to his cousin.
"Dudley, this is the Weasley family," Harry said, making introductions.
Ginny's eyes widened in surprise. "Your cousin?"
"Yeah, Dudley," Harry confirmed.
Ron and the twins exchanged curious glances, but Mrs. Weasley extended a warm smile.
"Welcome, Dudley," Mrs. Weasley said. "We've heard a lot about you."
Dudley smiled awkwardly, shaking hands with the Weasleys.
"It's nice to meet you all," Dudley said, clearly overwhelmed by the boisterous family.
The Weasleys, however, quickly put him at ease with their infectious laughter and warmth.
Now that everyone had been introduced, the group turned their attention to the task at hand: getting Harry onto Platform 9 .
Percy, ever the diligent prefect, was the first to bid his farewells.
"I really must be off," Percy said, checking his watch for what felt like the hundredth time. "Prefects' meeting, you know."
"See you on the train, Percy," Ron called out, waving goodbye.
With a final nod, Percy disappeared through the brick wall between Platforms 9 and 10.
Next, Fred and George grinned mischievously at each other before making a mad dash for the barrier.
"Last one through buys butterbeers!" they shouted in unison, vanishing into the magical platform.
Molly Weasley stepped forward, her eyes twinkling with warmth.
"I'll take your trunk, dear," she said to Harry, relieving him of his luggage.
"Thanks, Mrs. Weasley," Harry replied, grateful.
With a smile, Molly followed the twins through the barrier.
Grandma Tucker turned to Dudley, noticing his nervous expression.
"Don't worry, dear, I'll go with you," she said, offering her arm.
Dudley nodded, still looking a bit apprehensive.
"Crashing into the wall can be a bit unsettling," Grandma explained to Harry and Ginny.
Together, Grandma and Dudley stepped through the barrier, leaving Harry and Ginny alone.
"Well, this is it," Ginny said, turning to Harry with a smile.
"Time to start my year at Hogwarts," Harry replied, his eyes shining with excitement.
Ginny's gaze softened.
"I'm glad we're in this together, Harry."
Harry's heart swelled with affection for his dear friend.
"Me too, Ginny," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
As they stood there, the Muggle world whizzing by around them, Harry felt a sense of anticipation building.
As they stood before the barrier, the hustle and bustle of King's Cross Station fading into the background, Harry and Ginny shared a moment of tender intimacy.
Their eyes locked, the air thick with anticipation and emotion.
Without a word, they leaned in, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss.
It was as if the entire world had melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the fervor of their emotions.
Ginny's hands wrapped around Harry's neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss.
Harry's arms encircled her waist, holding her close as their lips moved in perfect harmony.
The kiss was fierce, yet gentle; passionate, yet tender.
Time seemed to stand still as they savored the moment, their hearts beating as one.
For a fleeting instant, the dangers and uncertainties of the wizarding world receded, and all that remained was the love and longing they shared.
As they broke apart, gasping softly, Ginny's eyes sparkled with tears.
As they stood entwined, Ginny's voice was laced with emotion. "I missed you so much, Harry."
"I missed you too, Ginny," Harry replied, his arms tightening around her.
Still wrapped in each other's arms, Ginny's gaze drifted to Harry's face, noticing the beads of sweat on his forehead.
"Harry, you're sweating," she said, concern etched on her face.
Without hesitation, Ginny gently tugged at Harry's sweater, easing it over his head.
As the sweater slipped away, Harry's white shirt clung to his torso, revealing the defined muscles beneath.
Ginny's eyes sparkled with delight, tracing the contours of his abs, arms, and shoulders.
"I know I've seen them before," Ginny teased, "but it's always a pleasure."
Harry's cheeks flushed. "I didn't want girls staring at me, so I wore the sweater."
Ginny's expression softened. "I understand. I don't want anyone eyeing you either."
But then her gaze locked onto Harry's, filled with empathy. "However, I don't want you to be uncomfortable just for my sake."
"Please don't wear the sweater if you're hot," Ginny said, her voice gentle. "Your comfort matters more to me."
Harry's eyes filled with gratitude. "Thanks, Ginny. You always think of me."
Ginny smiled. "That's what being in love is all about."
As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the world around them melted away, leaving only the love and connection they shared.
With their hearts still racing from their tender moment, Harry and Ginny hand in hand, began to make their way towards the barrier between Platforms 9 and 10.
As they walked, the hustle and bustle of King's Cross Station grew fainter, replaced by the thrill of anticipation.
"Ready to start our next adventure?" Harry asked, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Always," Ginny replied, her smile radiant.
Together, they approached the brick wall, and with a deep breath, stepped through the barrier.
As they emerged on the other side, the sign "Platform 9 " came into view, and the sound of steam engines and chatter filled the air.
"Welcome to Hogwarts Express!" a porter called out, as they made their way onto the platform.
Harry and Ginny grinned at each other, their hands still clasped together.
As Harry and Ginny emerged onto Platform 9 , the vibrant atmosphere enveloped them. The platform bustled with students, parents, and Hogwarts staff, all eager to begin the new school year.
Steam billowed from the iconic Hogwarts Express, its scarlet carriages gleaming in the light. Porters hurried to load trunks and luggage, while vendors sold last-minute treats and supplies.
The air resonated with the sound of laughter, chatter, and the occasional chug of the steam engine.
Harry's eyes scanned the platform, taking in the familiar sights and sounds.
"Look!" Ginny exclaimed, tugging on his hand. Harry said "The Weasleys are over there."
Following her gaze, Harry spotted Ron, Percy, Fred, George, and Mrs. Weasley gathered near a carriage, chatting animatedly.
And to their surprise, Dudley and Grandma Tucker stood alongside the Weasleys, looking a bit bewildered but smiling.
"Harry! Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley called out, waving enthusiastically.
The group turned towards them, beaming with warm smiles.
"Made it!" Ron exclaimed, clapping Harry on the back.
"Was starting to think you'd forgotten us," Fred teased.
Grandma Tucker approached, her eyes twinkling. "I'm so glad you're safe, Harry."
Dudley nodded in agreement. "Yeah, take care of yourself."
Ginny smiled, hugging Mrs. Weasley. "We're glad to be back."
As they exchanged warm greetings, the Hogwarts Express's whistle pierced the air, signaling the impending departure.
"All aboard!" the porter shouted.
"Time to find our seats," Percy reminded them.
As the group chatted, Percy glanced at his watch and excused himself.
"Time for me to get to the Prefects' Carriage," he said, straightening his robes.
"See you later, guys," he added, before striding off with an air of importance.
Next, Fred and George bid their farewells, grinning mischievously.
"Come on, Lee!" Fred called out, as they made their way to their compartment, already planning their next prank.
Harry turned to Dudley and Grandma Tucker, hugging them both tightly.
"Thanks for coming to see me off," he said, genuinely grateful.
"Take care of yourself, Harry," Dudley replied, looking a bit awkward but sincere.
Grandma Tucker patted his cheek. "We'll miss you, dear."
Mrs. Weasley enveloped Harry in a warm hug. "We'll write to you every week."
Ginny kissed him softly on the cheek. "I'll see you soon."
With his goodbyes said, Harry turned to Ron.
"Shall we find a compartment?" he suggested.
Ron nodded enthusiastically. "Definitely. Let's go!"
Together, they set off down the corridor, searching for an empty compartment to call their own.
After finding a cozy compartment, Harry and Ron lugged Harry's trunk inside.
"I'll stay here and guard our seats," Ron said, plopping down on the plush cushion.
"I'll go say goodbye to Ginny again," Harry replied, already heading out the door.
Ron grinned knowingly. "Take your time."
Harry made his way back to the platform, scanning the crowd for Ginny's bright red hair.
As he spotted her, their eyes met, and Ginny's face lit up with a radiant smile.
Without hesitation, Ginny sprinted towards him, launching herself into his arms.
This time, she didn't hold back. Ginny pressed her lips to Harry's, sharing a passionate, lingering kiss.
The platform around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the moment.
But unlike before, they didn't care who was watching.
In the chaos of the platform, no one recognized the Boy Who Lived.
To the Muggles and wizarding community alike, Harry was just another student.
As they broke apart, gasping softly, Ginny's eyes sparkled with mischief.
"One last kiss for the road," she whispered.
Harry chuckled, his heart still racing. "You're going to make this goodbye impossible."
Ginny's smile softened. "That's the idea."
With one final glance, Harry turned and boarded the train, leaving Ginny standing on the platform, waving goodbye.
The Hogwarts Express's whistle pierced the air, and the train began to move, carrying Harry away from the platform, but not from Ginny's heart.
As the train chugged out of King's Cross Station, Harry and Ron settled into their cozy compartment, watching the London landscape give way to rolling countryside.
"I'm starving," Ron said, rummaging through his bag for snacks.
Just then, a knock on the compartment door interrupted them.
"Come in!" Harry called out.
The door slid open, and Hermione Granger's bright face appeared, her eyes shining with excitement.
"Mind if I join you?" she asked, her voice bubbly.
"Not at all!" Harry replied, shifting to make room.
Ron grinned. "We saved you a seat."
Hermione's eyes sparkled as she settled in beside them.
"Thanks, guys."
Harry chuckled. "No chance of that happening."
Ron handed her a chocolate frog. "Welcome to our humble abode."
Hermione smiled, unwrapping the frog. "Thanks, Ron."
As the train rumbled on, the trio chatted, laughing and reminiscing about their summer holidays.
Their compartment became a haven of friendship, a place to leave the worries of the wizarding world behind, if only for a little while.
"Shall we play Exploding Snap?" Ron suggested, producing a deck of cards.
Hermione's eyes lit up. "Game on!"
As the train rumbled on, Harry leaned back in his seat, a faraway look in his eyes.
"Summer was interesting," Harry began, catching Ron and Hermione's attention.
Hermione's curiosity was piqued. "What happened?"
Harry launched into the story of his summer at Fawcett Manor, recounting his experiences with Dudley and Grandma Tucker.
Ron chuckled, already familiar with the story. "Dudley's really changed, hasn't he?"
Hermione smiled. "That's wonderful, Harry."
Harry's expression turned serious, a hint of a blush rising to his cheeks.
"There's something else," he said, glancing at Ron, who knew what was coming.
"I asked Ginny to be my girlfriend," Harry announced, his eyes locked on Hermione.
Hermione's face lit up with a radiant smile. "That's amazing, Harry! We're so happy for you!"
Ron grinned, having already congratulated Harry earlier. "Told you he'd finally get around to it."
Hermione playfully rolled her eyes. "Ron, you knew?"
Ron nodded.
Harry chuckled. "Sorry, Hermione. I guess I should've told you sooner."
Hermione's smile softened. "I'm just happy for you both. How did Ginny react?"
Harry's grin returned. "She said yes."
The compartment fell silent for a moment, filled only with the sound of the train wheels clicking along the tracks.
Then Hermione spoke up, "I want all the details! What was the proposal like?"
Harry's grin faltered, and his expression turned somber.
Hermione's concern was immediate. "What's wrong, Harry?"
Ron's voice filled the silence. "He's just thinking about what happened on Ginny's birthday."
Hermione's curiosity was piqued. "What happened?"
Ron's expression turned serious. "Harry's too noble to accept what he did that day."
Harry's eyes dropped, his voice barely above a whisper. "I pushed Ginny away from a cursed flower...took the blast myself."
Hermione's eyes widened in horror. "A blasting curse flower? I thought those were extinct!"
Ron nodded grimly. "Not seen in two centuries, and Harry took the hit to save Ginny."
Hermione's face paled. "Oh, Harry...how badly were you hurt?"
Ron's voice was laced with admiration. "He was battered, but that didn't stop him."
Harry's eyes drifted back to his friends. "Next day, in the hospital...I asked Ginny to be my girlfriend."
Hermione's eyes sparkled with tears. "That's incredible, Harry."
Ron chuckled. "And he gave her a heart-shaped platinum pendant, with the most romantic speech ever."
" 'You're my everything,' " Ron quoted, grinning.
Hermione's smile was radiant. "That's so beautiful, Harry."
Harry's cheeks flushed, but his eyes shone with happiness. "I meant every word."
The compartment fell silent, filled with the warmth of their friendship and the depth of Harry's love for Ginny.
As the train rumbled on, the compartment door slid open, and a nervous-looking boy entered.
"Excuse me," he said, "have you seen a toad anywhere?"
Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged friendly smiles.
"I'm Harry," Harry said, extending his hand.
"Ron Weasley," Ron added.
"And I'm Hermione Granger," Hermione chimed in.
The boy's eyes widened. "I'm Neville...Longbottom."
Neville's gaze locked onto Harry, his expression stunned.
"Harry Potter?" Neville breathed.
Harry chuckled. "The one and only."
Neville looked like he was about to faint.
Ron grinned. "Don't worry, Neville. Harry's harmless."
Just then, Harry's head tilted, his eyes narrowing.
"Wait a minute..." he muttered.
Harry rose from his seat, his eyes scanning the corridor.
"What is it?" Hermione asked.
"I think I sense something," Harry replied, his voice low.
He stepped out of the compartment and returned moments later, holding a small toad.
"Is this your toad?" Harry asked Neville.
Neville's face lit up. "Trevor! Oh, thank you!"
Harry smiled, handing over the toad. "I have a way with animals."
Neville's eyes shone with gratitude. "Thanks, Harry."
As Neville cradled Trevor in his hands, Ron chuckled.
"Welcome to our compartment, Neville."
Hermione smiled. "We don't usually find lost toads, but we're glad we could help."
Neville settled in beside them, Trevor secure in his pocket.
"I'm glad I found you guys," Neville said, smiling.
The group laughed, and the train continued on its journey, bringing new friendships and adventures to life.
As the train rumbled on, Harry observed Neville, noticing the hesitant way he spoke and the doubting look in his eyes.
Harry's instincts kicked in, and he sensed that Neville was struggling with self-doubt.
"He's really down on himself," Harry thought, making a mental note to help Neville.
Ron and Hermione chatted with Neville, drawing him out of his shell, but Harry could see the underlying lack of confidence.
"I'm going to help him," Harry vowed to himself. "He deserves to believe in himself."
As the conversation flowed, Harry deliberately included Neville, asking for his opinions and listening attentively to his responses.
Neville's eyes began to sparkle, his smile growing more confident.
"You know, Neville, you're really smart," Harry said, genuinely meaning it.
Neville's cheeks flushed. "Thanks, Harry."
"I mean it," Harry continued. "You've got a lot to offer."
Ron and Hermione chimed in, sharing stories of Neville's Herbology skills and his impressive magical lineage.
Neville's posture straightened, his eyes shining with a newfound sense of pride.
"Thanks, guys," Neville said, his voice filled with gratitude.
Harry smiled inwardly, knowing he'd made a difference.
"You're one of us, Neville," Harry said, as the group laughed together.
As the train approached countryside, Neville looked more confident, more like the wizard he was meant to be.
Harry glanced at Ron and Hermione, sharing a knowing look.
"We've got your back, Neville," Ron said, as if reading Harry's thoughts.
Hermione nodded. "We're in this together."
And with that, the foursome stepped off the train, ready to face whatever Hogwarts had in store for them.
As the group was on the train, Neville eagerly pulled out a small cage from his bag.
"Want to see Trevor?" Neville asked, his eyes shining with excitement.
"Of course!" Ron replied, peering into the cage.
Trevor, Neville's toad, gazed back at them, his big round eyes blinking lazily.
"I've had him since I was a kid," Neville explained. "He's really special."
Hermione smiled wistfully. "I've never had a pet. My parents are more into books than animals."
Harry grinned. "I've got two. Want to meet them?"
He led them to a nearby luggage cart, where a beautiful white owl perched.
"This is Hedwig," Harry said, stroking her soft feathers.
"Aren't you gorgeous?" Hermione cooed.
Just then, a sleek black cat with piercing green eyes emerged from beneath the cart.
"And this is Kluer," Harry added.
Ron's eyes widened. "Blimey! What breed is she?"
"Kluer's a Balkeno Kneazle," Harry explained. "They're really smart and can change their appearance anytime."
Neville's eyes went wide. "No way! I've only read about those."
Hermione leaned in, fascinated. "Can she really change her appearance?"
Harry nodded. "Watch this."
Kluer suddenly transformed into a stunning calico cat, then back into her original black form.
The group gasped in amazement.
"Wow!" Ron exclaimed.
Neville grinned. "You've got some amazing pets, Harry."
Hermione smiled. "We're surrounded by talent."
As Ron proudly displayed Scabbers, Harry's initial enthusiasm waned, replaced by a growing unease.
"Scabbers is quite the veteran," Ron said, chuckling. "He's been in the family for 12 years."
Hermione's eyes widened. "That's incredible! Rats don't usually live that long."
Neville nodded. "My Herbology teacher said rats typically live 2-3 years."
Ron grinned. "Yeah, Scabbers is a miracle rat."
Harry's unease intensified. "Twelve years is...unusual," Harry said, trying to sound casual.
Ron shrugged. "Percy had him before me. He's been passed down, really."
Hermione's curiosity was piqued. "What's Scabbers' story?"
Ron launched into the tale. "Percy got him from his roommate's brother...and he's been with us ever since."
As Ron spoke, Harry's discomfort grew.
"Did Scabbers always look like this?" Harry asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
Ron nodded. "Yeah, he's always been a bit scrappy."
Neville chuckled. "I think he's cute."
Hermione smiled. "He's definitely got character."
Harry forced a smile, but his mind whirled with questions.
Why did Scabbers live so long? Why did he seem so...different?
Harry pushed his concerns aside, attributing them to his vivid imagination.
As the train rumbled on, Harry couldn't shake the feeling that Scabbers was more than just a remarkable rat.
As the train rumbled on, the conversation turned to their families. Neville spoke first, his eyes shining with warmth.
"I live with my gran," Neville said. "We have a big house, Longbottom Manor. It's been in our family for centuries."
Ron's eyes widened. "That sounds amazing!"
Hermione leaned in. "What's it like?"
Neville's expression turned nostalgic. "It's beautiful, but...different. My great-uncle, Algie, he's the one who tested me for magic."
Harry's curiosity was piqued. "Tested you?"
Neville nodded, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Yeah, he tried to scare the magic out of me. He'd drop me off bridges, make me do crazy things...to see if I'd react magically."
Ron's face contorted in shock. "That's mental!"
Hermione's eyes sparkled with indignation. "That's cruel!"
Harry sensed that Neville was hiding something deeper, but his concern for his friend's well-being took over. "That must have been tough," Harry said.
Neville shrugged. "I guess it worked, though. I'm here, aren't I?"
The group fell silent, disturbed by Neville's revelation.
"Your gran must be amazing to take care of you," Hermione said, breaking the silence.
Neville smiled, his eyes misting. "She is. She's the best."
Harry's admiration for Neville grew. Despite the hardships, Neville's spirit remained unbroken.
As the conversation moved on, Harry made a mental note to ask Neville more about his past, to understand the scars beneath his cheerful exterior.
The train rumbled on, carrying its young passengers toward Hogwarts, where secrets would be revealed and friendships would be forged.
Next, Hermione shared about her family, her eyes sparkling with warmth.
"I'm a Muggle-born," Hermione explained. "My parents are dentists. They're really supportive, but they don't understand the wizarding world."
"Must be tough," Ron said, sympathetically.
Hermione nodded. "Sometimes, but they love me, and that's what matters. They're always asking me questions, trying to understand."
"What do you tell them?" Harry asked.
"The truth, mostly," Hermione replied. "But I leave out the really sensitive stuff. I don't want them to worry."
Neville chuckled. "I'm sure they're proud of you, Hermione."
Hermione smiled. "They are. They just want me to be happy."
Ron grinned mischievously. "And they have no idea what they're getting into with Hogwarts, do they?"
Hermione laughed. "No, they have no idea."
The group shared a knowing glance, their experiences binding them together.
"Family can be complicated," Harry said.
Hermione nodded. "But they're worth it."
As Hermione finished speaking, the train rumbled through a tunnel, casting a brief darkness over the compartment.
When the light returned, Ron leaned forward, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Now it's my turn," Ron said, a sly grin spreading across his face.
The group leaned in, eager to hear Ron's story.
Ron's enthusiasm was contagious as he began to share about his family.
"I live in the Burrow," Ron said, "with my mum, Molly, and dad, Arthur. It's chaos, but I love it."
Hermione's eyes widened. "How many siblings do you have?"
Ron grinned. "Five. Bill's the eldest, he was Head Boy here, and now he's a Curse Breaker for Gringotts in Egypt."
Neville whistled. "That's impressive."
Ron nodded. "Charlie was Quidditch captain in his time, now he's working with dragons in Romania."
Harry's eyes sparkled. "That's amazing."
Ron chuckled. "Percy's in fifth year, he's...perfect. Thinks he's better than everyone just because he's a prefect."
The group laughed.
Ron's grin turned mischievous. "And then there are the twins, Fred and George. They're in third year, always getting into trouble, but they're geniuses. Everyone loves them."
Hermione smiled. "I can imagine."
Ron's expression turned thoughtful. "And then there's me, the sixth brother. Everyone expects me to follow in their footsteps."
Harry noticed a hint of insecurity in Ron's voice.
"But even if I do, it doesn't matter," Ron continued, "as they've already done it all. I've got Bill's old robes, Charlie's old wand...and Percy's old rat."
Hermione and Neville chuckled, thinking it was a joke, but Harry sensed the underlying insecurities.
Ron's eyes seemed to cloud over, his smile faltering.
Harry made a mental note to support Ron, to remind him of his own strengths.
"I'll make sure you find your own path, Ron," Harry thought to himself.
As the train rumbled on, Harry reached out, nudging Ron with his elbow.
"Hey, you're amazing just the way you are, Ron," Harry said.
Ron's smile returned, genuine this time.
"Thanks, Harry," Ron said, his eyes shining with gratitude.
The compartment fell silent, filled with the warmth of newfound friendships and unspoken promises of support.
Ron's grin turned mischievous as he continued to share about his family.
"And then there's little sister Ginny," Ron said, glancing at Harry with a sly smile. "She's 10, and already an expert in hexes. I'm starting to think she's more talented than me."
Hermione's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Oh?" she said, chuckling.
Harry's face flushed with embarrassment as he looked away.
Neville's expression turned confused. "Who's Ginny?" he asked.
Ron's grin widened. "My little sister, and Harry's girlfriend."
Hermione's chuckle turned into a laugh. "Ron, stop teasing!"
Harry's blush deepened. "Ron, shut up!"
Ron laughed. "Can't help it, mate. You two are adorable."
Neville's eyes widened in surprise. "You two are together?"
Harry nodded, still slightly embarrassed. "Yeah."
After a moment of teasing, Ron's expression turned serious.
"Sorry, mate," Ron said, nudging Harry. "I was just joking. You knew that, right?"
Harry grinned, relief washing over him. "Yeah, I knew."
Ron chuckled. "Couldn't resist, though. You're so easy to tease."
Hermione playfully rolled her eyes. "You're terrible, Ron."
Neville smiled. "I think I'm starting to understand you Weasleys."
The compartment filled with laughter and the warmth of shared moments.
"Don't worry, Harry," Ron said, grinning. "Your secret's safe with us."
Harry shook his head, smiling. "I know it is."
Harry's grin turned confident as he responded to Ron's teasing.
"It's not a secret, Ron," Harry said. "I'll let everyone know at Hogwarts that I'm already committed."
Hermione's eyes sparkled with surprise. "You're going to announce it?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah, I don't want girls buzzing around because of my fame. I want people to know I'm taken."
Ron chuckled. "You're really serious about Ginny, aren't you?"
Harry's expression turned sincere. "I am. She's amazing, and I don't want anyone getting the wrong idea."
Neville nodded in understanding. "That makes sense. You're already famous, Harry. It's bound to attract attention."
Hermione smiled warmly. "We'll support you, Harry. Ginny's lucky to have you."
Harry's face flushed with gratitude. "Thanks, guys. Means a lot."
Ron grinned mischievously. "I'll make sure to spread the word. 'Harry Potter, taken by Ginny Weasley'."
Harry playfully rolled his eyes. "Just make sure it's not on the Hogwarts announcements."
The compartment erupted in laughter, the tension dissolving.
"I'm glad we got that settled," Harry said, smiling.
Hermione nodded. "We're happy for you, Harry."
As the train rumbled on, Harry felt a sense of relief, knowing his friends supported him and Ginny.
Hermione and Neville's curiosity turned to Harry's family life.
"Harry, what about your family?" Hermione asked.
Neville nodded. "Yeah, do you have any cousins?"
Harry's expression turned grim, and Ron noticed the change.
Ron's eyes locked onto Harry's, sensing the unease.
"Before I tell you," Harry said, his voice low, "I need a promise from all of you."
"What is it?" Neville asked.
Harry's gaze swept across the compartment. "I need you to promise me that you won't tell anyone about my home life."
Hermione's eyes widened. "Of course, Harry. We promise."
Neville nodded. "We won't say a word."
Ron's face set in a determined expression. "You can trust us, Harry."
Harry's eyes lingered on each of them before nodding.
"Okay," Harry said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll tell you...but you have to keep it secret."
The compartment fell silent, the tension palpable.
Hermione leaned forward. "We're listening, Harry."
Neville's eyes shone with empathy. "We're here for you."
Ron's face was set in a supportive expression. "Go on, mate."
Harry took a deep breath, steeling himself to share his story.
"I live with my aunt and uncle, the Dursleys," Harry began, his voice measured.
Hermione's eyes widened. "What are they like?"
Harry's expression turned grim. "They're not...good. They make me feel like an outsider, like I don't belong."
Ron's face darkened. "What do you mean?"
Harry hesitated, careful not to reveal too much. "They just don't treat me like family. They're...cold."
Neville's eyes filled with empathy. "Sorry, Harry."
Harry's gaze drifted off, memories flooding back.
"I also have a cousin, Dudley. He used to bully me mercilessly," Harry said, a hint of sadness creeping in.
Hermione's face contorted in disgust. "That's awful."
But Harry's expression softened. "Actually, something strange happened recently. Dudley changed. He's been really kind to me, and he even came to see me off when I left for Hogwarts."
Harry smiled wryly. "I know. It's weird."
Neville leaned forward. "What made him change?"
Harry shrugged. "Certain incidents, but I'm grateful."
A small smile played on Harry's lips.
"There is one good thing in my life outside Hogwarts – Mrs. Tucker. She's like an honorary grandma."
Hermione's curiosity piqued. "How did you meet her?"
"I met her at the library," Harry said, a warm smile spreading across his face. "She's kind, caring...everything the Dursleys aren't."
The compartment fell silent, each of Harry's friends processing his words.
Ron spoke up, his voice filled with conviction. "We're your family now, Harry."
Hermione nodded vigorously. "You're not alone."
Neville's eyes shone with solidarity. "We're here for you."
Harry's eyes misted, gratitude overwhelming him.
"Thanks, guys," Harry said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Means everything."
Next Chapter is Start of New Friendships.
A/n: I hope You like it. Please ignore grammatical and spelling errors. Well , I thought it would be better to include Neville already. What do you think ? Thanks for reading. § Hinny Forever § Please Review!!!