𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐒 ↳ 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗝𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗣𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗫 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

FIRST YEAR: Y/N L/N and the Letters from No One

A head poked inside the door of the room where a(n) H/C was sitting, pensively looking at the window watching the raindrops race each other.

"Mum said we"re going, so you have to stay in your room. We"ll lock you in." Lizzie casually announced as if Y/N was to be thrilled at the prospect of sitting in a locked room.

"Yeah, thanks." Y/N snapped. "Tell mummy she"s free to lock away the food too."

Lizzie shrugged and went back downstairs.

Y/N"s adoptive parents were very harsh on her and almost never spoke about her old family.

Y/N was tired of asking, so let it remain that a raving lunatic burst into her house and killed her parents while she was a baby.

And for some reason didn"t kill her.

Yes, it made no sense, but it was what it was.

As the Smiths left the house, Y/N watched their car roll out of the driveway as she sighed sadly.

Suddenly, a scraping noise occurred near her window.

"OI!" she shouted, scrambling over.

It was just an owl.

"Oh, hello there!" she smiled. "You scared me!"

The owl hooted as if asking to be let in.

Y/N opened her window as the owl dropped a letter in her lap and flew out without another hoot.
Y/N perplexedly looked at it.

She opened it and saw the name of a place she never knew about.

Dear Miss Y/N L/N,

You have been accepted into the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please collect the items on the attached list for the start of term in September.

Yours Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster

"Bloody hell." Y/N muttered. "Is this a joke?"

"Nope, most certainly ain"!" a cheery voice called.

Y/N yelped as she watched her fireplace be replaced with a large "man" climbing into it.

"Wh-who are you?" she asked, trying not to seem afraid.

"Oh, sorry. Me-self Rubeus Hagrid. Gamekeeper of Hogwarts." He held out his large hand.

"Oh." Y/N snorted. "Did Lizzie send you as a joke?"

"Elizabeth Smith did most certainly not send me. Didn"t yer get yer letter?" he indignantly said.

"The letter... was real?"

"Of-course it was!"

Y/N"s past few days had been crazy.

The Smiths didn"t hesitate to let her go, pleased to get rid of her.

Hagrid took her to a place called.... Diagonally? Something like that.
Turns out her parents were killed by this dark wizard called "Voldemort".

And apparently she had inherited a lot of money.

She bought all her books and stuff and now she was standing looking for a "platform 9 ¾".

She heard a voice.

"Well, there you are, boy. Platform nine — platform ten. Your platform should be somewhere in the middle, but they don"t seem to have built it yet, do they?"

She whipped around and saw a small boy with a comparatively large man standing.

He was quite right, of course. There was a big plastic number nine over one platform and a big plastic number ten over the one next to it, and in the middle, nothing at all. "Have a good term."

He left.

"Hello." Y/N said.

"Er, hi." The boy shyly answered.

"Are you looking for platform 9 ¾ as well?" Y/N questioned.

His eyes lit up. "Oh! Oh, yes, I am! Hi, I"m Harry Potter by the way." He held out his hand.

Y/N shook it. "Y/N L/N. shall we... wait for any others...?"

Harry shrugged.

At that moment a group of people passed just behind them and they caught a
few words of what they were saying.

"— packed with Muggles, of course —"

Y/N swung round. The speaker was a plump woman who was talking to four boys, all with flaming red hair. Each of them was pushing a trunk like Y/N"s in front of her — and they had an owl.

Heart hammering, Harry and Y/N pushed their carts after them. They stopped and so did they, just near enough to hear what they were saying.

"Now, what"s the platform number?" said the boys" mother.

"Nine and three-quarters!" piped a small girl, also red-headed, who was holding her hand. "Mum, can"t I go . . ."

"You"re not old enough, Ginny, now be quiet. All right, Percy, you go first."

What looked like the oldest boy marched toward platforms nine and ten.

Harry watched, careful not to blink in case he missed it — but just as the boy reached the dividing barrier between the two platforms, a large crowd of tourists came swarming in front of him and by the time the last backpack had cleared away, the boy had vanished.

"Fred, you next," the plump woman said.
"I"m not Fred, I"m George," said the boy. "Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother? Can"t you tell I"m George?"

Y/N giggled.

"Sorry, George, dear."

"Only joking, I am Fred," said the boy, and off he went. His twin called after him to hurry up, and he must have done so, because a second later, he had gone — but how had he done it?

Now the third brother was walking briskly toward the barrier — he was almost there — and then, quite suddenly, he wasn"t anywhere.

There was nothing else for it.

"Excuse me," Harry said to the plump woman.

"Hello, dear," she said. "First time at Hogwarts? Ron"s new, too."

She pointed at the last and youngest of her sons. He was tall, thin, and

gangling, with freckles, big hands and feet, and a long nose.

"Yes," said Harry. "The thing is — the thing is, I don"t know how to —"

"How to get onto the platform?" she said kindly, and Harry nodded.

"You too dear?" she looked at Y/N who nodded.

"Not to worry," she said. "All you have to do is walk straight at the barrier
between platforms nine and ten. Don"t stop and don"t be scared you"ll crash

into it, that"s very important. Best do it at a bit of a run if you"re nervous. Go

on, go now before Ron."

"Er — okay," said Harry.

He pushed his trolley around and stared at the barrier. It looked very solid.

He started to walk toward it, Y/N behind him. People jostled him on their way to platforms nine and ten. Harry and Y/N walked more quickly. They were going to smash right into that barrier and then they"d be in trouble — leaning forward on their carts, they broke into a heavy run — the barrier was coming nearer and nearer — they wouldn"t be able to stop — the carts were out of control — they were a foot away — they closed their eyes ready for the crash —

It didn"t come . . . they both kept on running . . . they opened their eyes.

A scarlet steam engine was waiting next to a platform packed with people.

A sign overhead said Hogwarts Express, eleven o"clock. Harry looked behind him and saw a wrought-iron archway where the barrier had been, with the words Platform Nine and Three-Quarters on it. He had done it.
Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd, while cats of every colour wound here and there between their legs. Owls hooted to one another in a disgruntled sort of way over the babble and the scraping of heavy trunks.

The first few carriages were already packed with students, some hanging out of the window to talk to their families, some fighting over seats. Harry and Y/N pushed their carts off down the platform in search of an empty seat. They passed a round-faced boy who was saying, "Gran, I"ve lost my toad again."

"Oh, Neville," he heard the old woman sigh.

A boy with dreadlocks was surrounded by a small crowd.

"Give us a look, Lee, go on."

The boy lifted the lid of a box in his arms, and the people around him shrieked and yelled as something inside poked out a long, hairy leg.

Harry and Y/N pressed on through the crowd until they found an empty compartment near the end of the train. Harry put Hedwig inside first and then started to shove and heave his trunk toward the train door. He tried to lift it up the steps but could hardly raise one end and twice he dropped it painfully on his foot.
"Ouch, are you alright?!" Y/N asked.

"Want a hand?" It was one of the red-haired twins he"d followed through the barrier.

"Yes, please," Harry panted.

"Oy, Fred! C"mere and help!"

With the twins" help, Harry"s trunk was at last tucked away in a corner of the compartment.

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

"What"s that?" said one of the twins suddenly, pointing at Harry"s lightning scar.

"Blimey," said the other twin. "Are you —?"

"He is," said the first twin. "Aren"t you?" he added to Harry.

"What?" said Harry.

"Harry Potter," chorused the twins.

"Oh, him," said Harry. "I mean, yes, I am."

They turned their gazes to Y/N and asked. "And you are...?"

"Y/N." she answered.

"Y/N L/N?!" they chorused.

"Er... yes?" Y/N said.

The two boys gawked at him, and Harry and Y/N felt themselves turning red. Then, to their relief, a voice came floating in through the train"s open door.

"Fred? George? Are you there?"

"Coming, Mum."

With a last look at Harry and Y/N, the twins hopped off the train.
Harry sat down next to the window and Y/N scooted beside him, where, half hidden, they could watch the red-haired family on the platform and hear what they were saying. Their mother had just taken out her handkerchief.

"Ron, you"ve got something on your nose."

The youngest boy tried to jerk out of the way, but she grabbed him and began rubbing the end of his nose.

"Mum — geroff." He wriggled free.

"Aaah, has ickle Ronnie got somefink on his nosie?" said one of the twins.

"Shut up," said Ron.

"Where"s Percy?" said their mother.

"He"s coming now."

The oldest boy came striding into sight. He had already changed into his billowing black Hogwarts robes, and Harry noticed a shiny red-and-gold badge on his chest with the letter P on it.

"Can"t stay long, Mother," he said. "I"m up front, the prefects have got two compartments to themselves —"

"Oh, are you a prefect, Percy?" said one of the twins, with an air of great surprise. "You should have said something, we had no idea."

"Hang on, I think I remember him saying something about it," said the other twin. "Once —"
"Or twice —"

"A minute —"

"All summer —"

"Oh, shut up," said Percy the Prefect.

"How come Percy gets new robes, anyway?" said one of the twins.

"Because he"s a prefect," said their mother fondly. "All right, dear, well, have a good term — send me an owl when you get there."

She kissed Percy on the cheek and he left. Then she turned to the twins.

"Now, you two — this year, you behave yourselves. If I get one more owl telling me you"ve — you"ve blown up a toilet or —"

"Blown up a toilet? We"ve never blown up a toilet."

"Great idea though, thanks, Mum."

"It"s not funny. And look after Ron."

"Don"t worry, ickle Ronniekins is safe with us."

"Shut up," said Ron again. He was almost as tall as the twins already and his nose was still pink where his mother had rubbed it.

"Hey, Mum, guess what? Guess who we just met on the train?"

Harry leaned back quickly so they couldn"t see him looking.

Y/N did the same.

"You know that black-haired boy who was near us in the station? Know who he is?"

"Who?"

"Harry Potter!"
Harry heard the little girl"s voice.

"Oh, Mum, can I go on the train and see him, Mum, oh please. . . ."

"You"ve already seen him, Ginny, and the poor boy isn"t something you goggle at in a zoo. Is he really, Fred? How do you know?"

"Asked him. Saw his scar. It"s really there — like lightning."

"Poor dear — no wonder he was alone, I wondered. He was ever so polite when he asked how to get onto the platform."

"Y/N L/N too!" George quipped. "The girl with H/C hair!"

"Poor dears." The woman shook her head.

"Never mind that, do you think they remember what You-Know- who looks like?"

Their mother suddenly became very stern.

"I forbid you to ask them, Fred. No, don"t you dare. As though they need reminding of that on their first day at school."

"All right, keep your hair on."

A whistle sounded.

"Hurry up!" their mother said, and the three boys clambered onto the train.

They leaned out of the window for her to kiss them good-bye, and their younger sister began to cry.

"Don"t, Ginny, we"ll send you loads of owls."
"We"ll send you a Hogwarts toilet seat."

"George!"

"Only joking, Mum."

The train began to move. Harry saw the boys" mother waving and their sister, half laughing, half crying, running to keep up with the train until it gathered too much speed, then she fell back and waved.

Harry watched the girl and her mother disappear as the train rounded the corner. Houses flashed past the window. Harry felt a great leap of excitement. He didn"t know what he was going to — but it had to be better than what he was leaving behind.

The door of the compartment slid open and the youngest redheaded boy came in.

"Anyone sitting there?" he asked, pointing at the seat opposite Harry.

"Everywhere else is full."

Harry shook his head and the boy sat down. He glanced at Harry and then looked quickly out of the window, pretending he hadn"t looked. Harry saw he still had a black mark on his nose.

"Hey, Ron."

The twins were back.

"Listen, we"re going down the middle of the train — Lee Jordan"s got a giant tarantula down there."
"Right," mumbled Ron.

"Harry, Y/N." said the other twin, "did we introduce ourselves? Fred and George Weasley. And this is Ron, our brother. See you later, then."

"Bye," said Harry, Y/N and Ron. The twins slid the compartment door shut behind them.

"Are you really Harry Potter and Y/N L/N?" Ron blurted out.

Harry and Y/N 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. Ron 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?"

"Er, no." Harry said. "My mum and my dad were, though."

Ron turned his attention to Y/N. "Can you do it?"
"Do what?"

"The... the..." he leaned down. "Legilimency?"

"The what?" asked Y/N.

"Merlin"s pants, Dad"ll be over the moon." Ron muttered. "I met the girl who defeated You-Know-Who using her mind as a baby!"

A/N: looking back i realize how to the point this chapter was lmao

and im sorry but fuckpad for some reason won't let you comment on the individual lines 😭😭😭😭