Skyler

The Journey from Platform Nine and Three-Quarters

"Can I sit-wait you're the dragon girl!"

Those were the words that woke Skyler out of her spying haze. She'd been looking out the window at the crowds of people, trying to see anyone she recognized from Diagon Alley. Looking up though, Skyler was met with the green eyes of Harry Potter.

"Did you honestly forget my name?" she asked him, mockingly sounding offended.

"It's-uh-Skyler innit?" Harry asked, opening the compartment door a bit farther. She noticed now that he had a cage and a trunk behind him.

"It is, but I much prefer dragon girl," Skyler said. "Makes me sound like I'm half dragon." She jumped up, going to help him with his trunk. However, neither of them could lift it much off the ground, ending in it falling rather dangerously on Harry's foot.

"Ooh, sorry," Skyler apologized before catching a flash of two red-headed boys passing by. She grabbed the closest ones robes, pulling him into the compartment.

"Bloody hell! Who the fu-" started the twin that Skyler was pretty sure was Fred. "Oh...you."

Skyler and the Weasley twins had a complicated relationship to say the least. Jake had been forced to bring her along to the Burrow whenever he visited Charlie meaning she had met them at a very young age. And the minute she met them, Skyler had been pretty insistent on telling them to do whatever she wanted. They were old enough to do things she couldn't, but not too old that they would just refuse to. In turn, the twins decided to run all their prank ideas by her, mostly because Skyler usually knew of some obscure potion ingredient that would make them work better.

"Put our trunks up for us," Skyler told them, pointing to both her and Harry's trunks. She was going to leave hers on the floor for the ride but if the twins were there, then they might as well put hers up too.

"That's no way to ask," George called, popping his head in to see where his twin had gone off too.

"Fine, put our trunks up there or I'll hex you till your face turns blue," Skyler threatened with a small smirk.

"Please," Harry added, giving Skyler a bit of a look.

Fred and George exchanged a glance before tucking both their trunks away in the upper carriage of the compartment with a bit of help from Harry and supervision from Skyler.

"Thanks," Harry said, pushing his now sweaty bangs out of his eyes.

Skyler saw the scar but didn't think that much of it until Fred and George both began to gape at him. It hadn't hit her quite so hard that Harry was in fact, that famous. Her mother had never really taught her that much about him, always avoiding the topic to tell her more about dragons.

"What's that?" asked Fred, pointing to his scar.

"Blimey," George realized, looking at Skyler who was looking back and forth between the twins and Harry with an amused expression. "Are you-?

"He is," Fred confirmed. "Aren't you?"

"What?" Harry asked at the same time Skyler said, "Yes, he's Harry Potter."

The two gawked even more than they had before, looking at Harry's scar with a dumbfounded expression.

"Oh yes. Him," Harry said, awkwardly as Skyler giggled. "I mean, yes I am...that."

"And you've met him before?" Fred guessed once he got his voice back. Skyler nodded with a smirk. "And you didn't write us to let us know?! You met the most famous wizard in the world and you didn't even drop a note!"

Luckily, Skyler was saved any further lecturing as Mrs. Weasley called them from outside. As soon as they left, Skyler started to laugh, not entirely noticing Harry's red face that seemed to be getting redder every second.