The Spirit Of The Wolf// A Harry Potter Story

The Train Ride

"So what exactly are you thinking for the next product?" I asked Fred and George who were going crazy over their new products.

"We're not exactly sure..." George said, rubbing his forehead.

"Your mum is going to kill you. I hope you guys know that."

"Well... That's if she finds out." Fred said, looking up from the paper they were using to plan their next products.

"Fred! Well... You have a point."

"And that's why you're our best friend!" George told me.

"Why? Because I'm one of the only people who will go along with your pranks and risk getting in trouble? Yes that makes it better." I told, the sarcasm very clear through my tone.

"Ouch! The wolf bites!" George said, acting as if I had bit his finger.

I slowly stood up and left the compartment, laughing and shaking my head at George.

I walked past the compartment where Fred and George's little brother Ron sat. It was his first year at Hogwarts, and by the looks of it, he had already made a friend.

When I walked past however, there was a small blonde kid talking bad about Ron and messing with his friend.

"Back off kid." I said, poking the kid in the forehead.

"What are you going to do about it?" The kid snarled.

"Well, let's see. I'm best friends with his brothers who can make your life a living nightmare. I'll help too." I said, giving him a smile when I was done.

The kid rolled his eyes and shoved his way past me.

"Hey Ceyla!" Ron said to me with food in his mouth.

"Hey Piggy." I said, poking his cheek which he had stuffed with food like a hamster.

I sat down beside ron, and I put my feet up on the other seat across from him, where his friend was also sitting.

"So. Who was that kid?" I asked the two boys in the compartment.

"That was Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." Ron said, mimicking how the kid had introduced himself.

"Should've known... He looks just like his father." I muttered to myself, but apparently the two boys heard me, because they both smiled.

"So who are you?" I said to the other boy in the compartment.

"I'm Harry Potter."

My eyes got wide with shock.

"You mean, you're the boy who lived?" I said quietly.

"Yeah, got the scar and everything to prove it." He said, moving his hair out of the way to show me his scar.

"Wicked!" I muttered, and Ron laughed. I don't think I mutter as quiet as I think I do.

"I swear, sometimes I think we're related!" Ron said to me.

"Don't you think I'd have red hair instead of blonde?" I said to him.

"Well, honestly I don't know. Your hair is so blonde its white, and sometimes I have to wonder if you dye it or not." He said with a confused look on his face, as he was still puzzles by how white my hair was.

"I promise you, I don't dye it. This is all natural!" I said, striking an awkward model wannabe pose.

Ron and Harry both laughed, and I joined in too.

"But yes I agree, besides the hair, we could fool people that we were brother and sister if we wanted to.

"That would be awesome!" Ron said.

"Why thank you!" I said to him.

"I meant about fooling people, but it'd be cool to be your brother too."

"Oh. I see how it is!" I said standing up and poking his stomach.

"Hey!" He said laughing.

"Is Ron Weasley ticklish?!?" I gasped.

I walked over to Harry and sat down. I motioned for him to come closer so I could tell him something, and he leaned over.

"Use that to your advantage. There are many ways. Especially with that kid." He nodded, and I stood up and started to leave.

"Wait. What'd you say? Harry, what'd she say?!?" Ron said with food in his mouth.

I gave a wink, and left the room. I wondered around the train for a little bit, but I finally decided to go get my robes on, considering we would be at the school very soon.

Once I had changed into my robes, I decided it was time to head back to my compartment.

"Ceyla! Where have you been?!? We were worried sick!" George yelled in my face as soon as I entered the room.

"Well, I helped your brother get rid of a Malfoy, I met Harry Potter, and I changed into my robes. So yeah, that's what I was doing."

"You killed a Malfoy?!?" Fred asked me, getting excited.

"N-NO!! We didn't kill Malfoy, I just rid their compartment of him, because he was being a little jerk."

"Oh... That makes sense now. Wait. You met Harry Potter?" George asked me.

"Yeah. He was really shy though. His scar is awesome!"

"Cool! So our brother is friends with Harry Potter?!?"

"Yeah, by the looks of it."

By then, we were all still standing up, which made it all that more painful when the train stopped, and the three of us were thrown. I landed on top of George and Fred on top of me.

"Well I'm gonna guess that we're here." Fred said, propping himself up with his elbow on my side.

"You don't say! Now get off me!" I snapped.

Fred stood up, and then realized that he hasn't changed into his robes yet. So while he went to go change really fast, George and I talked about how much detention they were going to get.

Fred finally came back, and we ran as fast as we could into the Great Hall. Luckily, we weren't late, and the sorting ceremony was about to begin.

Sorry if this is going too fast, just trying to get into the story. Hope you like it. Comment your favorite HP character! Comment and vote? Maybe? Okay... -The author