The Weasley of Slytherin: The Philosopher's Stone

Chapter 5: Harry Potter

"Everywhere's already full!" Ron complained as we dragged our trunks through the train.

"Oh come off it Ron we've only checked two compartments so far." I told him shaking my head.

"There's no room for us to sit." Ron continued ignoring me.

"Here what about this one?" I asked pointing to a compartment, filled only with the dark haired boy from earlier.

"Anyone sitting there?" Ron asked, pointing at the seat opposite the boy . "Everywhere else is full."

The boy shook his head and Ron sat down across from him.

"The two other compartments Ron bothered to check were full." I corrected taking a seat next to my brother.

"Hey, (N/n), Ron." The twins said poking their heads into the compartment.

"Listen, we're going down the middle of the train — Lee Jordan's got a giant tarantula down there." Fred told us.

"Right," mumbled Ron looking uncomfortable, he had a huge fear of spiders.

"Wanna come see (N/n)?" Fred asked me. I looked eagerly at them, then turned to Ron to see his anxious face before shaking my head.

I would've gone with the twins, given a tarantula seemed really cool, but I didn't want to leave Ron on his own.

"Harry," said George. "did we introduce ourselves? Fred and George Weasley. And this is Ron, our younger brother, and that is (Y/n) our cooler younger brother. See you later, then."

"Bye," We all said as the twins slid the compartment door shut behind them.

"Are you really Harry Potter?" Ron blurted out.
Harry nodded.

"Oh — well, I thought it might be one of Fred and George's jokes," said Ron. "And have you really got — you know..." He pointed at Harry's forehead.

Harry pulled back his bangs to show the lightning scar. Both Ron and I stared. "So that's where You-Know-Who —?"

"Yes," said Harry, "but I can't remember it."

"Nothing?" said Ron eagerly.

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

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

"Are all your family wizards?" asked Harry, who found Ron just as interesting as Ron found him.

"Er — Yes, I think so," said Ron.

"Doesn't mum have that second cousin, you know the one that does stuff with numbers." I said. "But we don't really talk about him much."

"So you must know loads of magic already."

"I mean I've read a few books on spells." I said proudly. "Ron on the other hand..." I trailed off as Ron glared at me.

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

"Ron muggles aren't that different from us." I said exasperatedly.

"And how would you know that then?" Ron asked me.

"Cuz we've met plenty of them." I told him not understanding how he didn't remember this.

"When have we ever actually sat down and talked to a muggle (Y/n)?"

"Well..." I started, but the confidence I felt just moments ago seemed to fade. Why had I though I'd know muggles? Of course neither of us had actually talked with them.