The Story of Ruby Evans - The Beginning (A Harry Potter Fan Fiction) (Rewriting)

Chapter 5 - I was an awesome 6 year old

1st September 1991

I sat in the back of the Grangers' car next to Hermione, chatting excitedly to her about what was happening that day. I was in black jeans, red ballet pumps and a red and gold top because I was hoping for Gryffindor. At that moment, me and Hermione were discussing Hogwarts houses.

"I think Gryffindor sounds the best," she said, "but Ravenclaw wouldn't be too bad."

"I want to be in Gryffindor," I said. "Both my parents were in there, and my godparents too."

We pulled into the car park for the station and jumped out of the car. I rocked back and forward on my feet in excitement while Mr Granger got our trunks out of the boot then went to get some trolleys. Hermione didn't have a pet, but I had Polaris in a little basket which had been sitting between me and Hermione in the back. I sat in on the trolley on top of my trunk then walked with Hermione while her parents pushed the trolleys.

"What platform number was it, dear?" asked Mrs Granger.

"Nine and three quarters," me and Hermione chorused back.

"Are you sure? I don't think platforms have three quarters."

"It's hidden so people don't get on the wrong train and end up in Hogwarts by mistake and find out about magic," I told her. "We need to go to platform 9 and 10." We walked up to the platform and then after checking nobody else was watching, I took my trolley and walked quickly at the barrier. I passed through easily and emerged onto a platform where a scarlet steam engine was waiting. It was packed with parents seeing there children off to school. The Grangers appeared behind me and helped me and Hermione load our trunks. Hermione kissed her parents goodbye and then we climbed aboard the train and looked for a compartment. We found an empty one in near the end of the train and took the two seats near the window. Hermione waved and smiled at her parents and I sat stroking Polaris, who hadn't liked the basket.

The door slid open and a round faced boy asked, "Hi, Ruby. Do you mind if I sit in here? I can't find anywhere else." I smiled and nodded.

"Hermione this is Neville Longbottom. Neville, Hermione Granger. My mum was friends with Neville's when they were at Hogwarts and our Grandmothers were friends so I've been round at his house a few times. Hermione's my best friend from muggle school."

We all chatted to each other for a while. I hadn't seen Neville since my Mum died. Neville was a pureblood, but didn't care. He lived with his grandmother, who wanted him to be in Gryffindor, like his dad. He thought he'd be better off in Hufflepuff. After a little while, an old witch came round with a trolley full of sweets. I bought myself a carton of pumpkin juice, some Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans, some Pumpkin Pasties and my favourite, Chocolate Frogs. The others bought a similar selection and we sat munching and chatting. Then Hermione decided she was too exited and wanted to put on her robes, so me and her went of to the toilets and changed into white shirts, black skirts and robes, then made our way back to the compartment.

After a little while, Neville suddenly cried out. We all looked at him, alarmed.

"Neville, what's wrong?" I asked.

"Trevor, my toad's gone missing. He was a present from my great uncle for getting my Hogwarts letter."

"It's ok. If you had him when you got on the train, he can't have gone too far. We'll help you look," Hermione said. We searched the compartment then started to ask people in other compartments.

After a few minutes, we came to a compartment with two boys sitting in it. One with red hair and one with black. Both were skinny but one was quite tall and one quite small. The red haired one had his wand out.