I Know The End {Fred Weasley, ACT I}

Chapter 13- The First Journey

WARNING- *Graphic violence depicted in this chapter*

Eleanor vividly remembered the first time she rode on the Hogwarts Express with the twins. After spending the last nine years as an outsider at Hogwarts, she was excited to finally have an actual place at the school. The twins were just as excited, although their joy could mainly be attributed to getting out from under their mother's thumb.

The three of them made a list over the summer detailing what they wanted to accomplish during their first year at Hogwarts. This list included:

Sneak into the Forbidden ForestAfter successfully sneaking into the Forbidden Forest, catch sight of the giant spider Eleanor "claims" she once sawSneak into Hogsmeade on Halloween (allows for two months of preparation)Sneak into every house common roomSpend an entire night in the Forbidden ForestFind a way to make Severus Snape crySomehow trick Professor McGonagall into saying "My three bitches"Successfully trick everyone into believing Fred is George and George is Fred for a week

Eleanor was having trouble imagining how they were ever going to get Professor McGonagall to address them as her "three bitches", but it was worth a shot. Other than that goal, Eleanor believed the rest of the list to be reasonable. She was used to sneaking into the Forbidden Forest with Charlie, and she wasn't worried about the creatures that lived there. She was pretty sure that calling Professor Snape 'Snivellus' would send him into a tailspin. The rest would be easy enough once she got ahold of the map her father and godfathers created during their time at Hogwarts. She thought Filch might've nicked it from them a while back, but she wasn't certain.

As the train moved out of the station, the three of them stood in the middle of the corridor arguing about where to sit.

"I don't understand why we can't just sit with Charlie," Eleanor whined as students pushed past them to find seats of their own. "I always sit with Charlie."

"We won't meet anyone if we sit with Charlie," Fred argued, "besides, he has prefect duties for the first half of the ride."

"You can sit with me if you'd like," Percy offered from behind Eleanor.

"I don't want to sit with you or your pompous friends," Fred retorted, grabbing Eleanor by the sleeve of her robes and pulling her down the corridor. She shot an apologetic look back in Percy's direction before giving in to Fred.

"That wasn't very nice," Eleanor said, frowning at the back of Fred's head.

"What? Come off it."

"Nah, she's right Fred. He was just trying to be nice." George didn't look directly at Fred as he contradicted him.

"Whatever. I just think we should meet people in our own year before everyone buddies off."

Eleanor wondered if Fred was nervous. She couldn't remember a time when she had seen Fred nervous. Yet here he was, snapping at everyone as he looked desperately around the train.

"Do any of them look like they might be in our year Eleanor?" George asked, looking into a compartment containing a few girls.

"No, that's Grace Abbott, she's a year ahead of us."

"What about them?"

"Penelope Clearwater, Percy's year."

"Bleh. This one?"

Eleanor peered into the compartment George was pointing at. She didn't recognize any of them. On one side sat two, lanky boys. The one closest to the window looked almost malnourished, with an odd tint to his pale skin. His dark, brown hair was messy, but not in a way that appeared unkept. His robes were fitted perfectly to his frame and they had an air of crispness to them that exuded money. If he hadn't looked so nervous, she would have been intimidated by him.