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——THE TWINS MANAGED TO FIND AN EMPTY COMPARTMENT, and they both managed to get window seats. Greyson glanced out of the window, looking at the numerous families bidding goodbye to their children. It made his chest hurt, he didn't even remember what his parents' face looked like.
The train began to move. Greyson saw all the families waving their goodbyes as the train rounded the corner. Houses flashed past the window and Greyson felt a great leap of excitement. He didn't know what he was going to do 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.
"Excuse me, do you mind?" He asked, pointing his thumb awkwardly over his shoulder "Everywhere else is full."
"Not at all." Harry shifted closer to the window and the boy sat down. He glanced at Harry and then at Greyson, before quickly looking out of the window pretending he hadn't looked. Greyson noticed the boy had a black mark on his nose.
"Urm, I'm Ron, by the way. Ron Weasley." The redheaded boy introduced himself after a few minutes of awkward silence.
"I am Harry Potter," Harry spoke, "And this is my brother, Greyson."
"So––so, it's true! I mean, I can already see your scar, it's a little scary to be honest––" Ron stared at Greyson, his eyes lingering on the pink scar on his face. "––but do you, have the–– do you really have the scar?"
"Oh," Harry glances at Greyson, before lifting up his hair bangs to reveal the scar on his forehead. Ron stared.
"Wicked." He finally said. "So, that's where You Know Who––?"
"Yes," Harry nodded, running his fingers through his hair to make them look a little presentable. "But I can't remember it."
"Nothing? Nothing at all?"
"Well–– I remember a lot of green light, but nothing else."
"Wow." Ron murmured, staring at Harry for a few moments, then, as though he suddenly realized what he was doing, he looked quickly out of the window again.
"Are all your family wizards?" Harry asked. Greyson was in no mood to talk, but he would be lying if he didn't want to know what it was like to grow up in a magical household.
"Er–– yes, I think so." Ron replied, leaning his elbows on his knees. "I think Mom's got a second cousin who's an accountant, but we never talk about him."
"So you must know loads of magic already." Greyson spoke. Ron stared at him for a few moment, and the younger Potter realised it was the first time he was speaking in front of him.
