The Prewett Girl

The Boy Who Lives

"Mum, you'll never guess who we saw." George says excitedly as the twins run up to us on the Platform.

"That black haired boy who was near us in the station-"

"Was Harry Potter." I finish for Fred offhandedly.

"You knew?!" The twins ask in unison.

"Eidetic memory and our parents were friends. I remember him. Hard to forget eyes like that. A pure give away." I say.

"No wonder he was alone. I wondered. Poor boy. And he was ever so polite when he asked how to get onto the platform."

"Oh, can I go on the train and see him, oh, mom, oh please." Ginny begs.

"He's not something to stare at, Ginny." I say, frowning.

"Your cousin's right, Ginny." Molly says.

"I can't stay long, mother. I'm upfront. The prefects have two carriages to themselves." Percy says, joining us.

"Did you make prefect, Percy?" Fred asks. "You should have said something."

"Hang on. I think I remember him saying something about it once-"

"Or twice-"

"A minute-"

"All summer." The twins finish in unison and I laugh. I cough and straighten my face at Molly's scolding look.

"I'll write when we get there." I say, kissing her cheek.

"And watch after Ronald. Merlin knows what'll happen if the twins do it." Molly says.

"He'd probably be safer with us than Andy. OW!" George says and I hit both him and Fred hard on the arms. Since they grew that's as decently I can reach as I've stopped growing at 5'2.

"I didn't say it!" Fred protests.

"You were thinking it."

"Yeah, alright." He gives.

"Andrea may be more...spontaneous with her dangers but she's safer than the two of you." Molly says. I laugh at the twins hurt expression.

"I'll watch after, Ronald as best I can."

"Thank you, dear." Molly says, kissing my cheek. I hug Ginny and then hand her off to George.

"Don't cry, Gin. We'll send you loads of letters."

"Speaking of, you two behave yourselves! If I get a letter saying that you blew up...a toilet or-" Molly says, obviously looking for something ridiculous. I make a suspicious look as an idea enters my head.

"Blowing up a toilet. We've never blown up a toilet before!" Fred starts.

"Great idea though! Thanks, mum!" George says and then the twins jump on the train to escape their mother.

"Come on, Ron, before the train leaves." I say, chuckling as I urge my cousin onto the train. While the twins and I wave goodbye to Ginny Ron leaves us to find a compartment. Once she's out of sight. I turn to the twins and clap my hands together.

"Well, you two do you. I have an Oliver to find."

"We're gonna introduce ourselves to Harry and then go find Lee." George says. I wink at him, saying I understand, and walk in the opposite direction of them.

In the Great Hall I have Brooks leaning against me dramatically while we wait for the first  years.

"I'm withering away."

"Good. You could do with losing a few pounds." Talia says without looking up from her sketchbook. Brooks' jaw drops while the rest of us burst out laughing. Talia looks up at Brooks and gives him a superior smirk before going back to her drawing.

"Here they come." Jacob warns Talia. She sighs and puts down her pencil, turning her attention to the sorting.

While the hat sings and the sorting begins I eye my old toddler-hood friend. He won't remember me, but I remember the multitude of days we spent together and the sleepovers we had. He looks too thin and too pale. Something's not quite right but I can't put my finger on it.

"Potter, Harry." McGonagall calls out.

"Harry Potter?"

"Did she say Harry Potter?"

"The Harry Potter?" People whisper and others go so far as to stand up to get a good look at him, Brooks included. I grab his arm and yank him back into his seat, glaring at him as I do.

"He's just a kid famous for something he doesn't remember. Leave him alone." I snap, not bothering to keep my voice down. Others around us except from the Slytherin table, them being too far to have heard, calm as they now look properly chided.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"WE GOT POTTER! WE GOT POTTER!" The twins say loudly. I roll my eyes, shake my head, and then put my head in my hand. My friends look at me expectantly.

"You try and control those two! If Aunt Molly can barely do it why do you think I can?" I demand of them. They chuckle while others, who had looked at me for thinking I was being hypocritical or favoritism towards my family, laugh and/or nod at the truth of these words.

I keep watching the sorting and wait for Ron to be called in which it announces him a Gryffindor before McGonagall releases the hat.

"Let the feast begin." Dumbledore announces. The boys toast Dumbledore and dig in without further prompting.