Harry Potter Preferences

Childhood

Harry: Harry Potter was the target of the entire school and everyone knew it. He got teased and bullied every day and today was no exception. He was walking by himself on the sidewalk, tattered backpack hunched on his bony shoulders. In a sudden movement, a few bigger boys pushed past him, making him lose his balance and land in a puddle of mud. Grimacing at the slimy feeling, he tried to ignore the grunts of laughter as the bullies walked away. "Are you okay?" A soft voice spoke up. Next thing he knew, his grimy glasses were being taken off his nose and when they were back on, not a speck of mud blocked his vision. He looked up and saw you. "Yeah, I think." He murmured as he picked himself up, knowing that you would help and get yourself dirty. "I'm (Y/N), do you want to walk to school together?" "Okay, if you're sure." "I'm sure, Harry. And I can protect you next time they come back." Years later, he was the one protecting you, never forgetting the day you first met him.

Ron: "Ronald! Come meet some friends." The woman named Molly shouted over her shoulder. A boy about your age appeared at her side. You stepped further behind your mother, but she pushed you forward. "Come now, (Y/N). Ronald can be your first friend." You stared shyly at the boy, who had a bit of dirt on his nose. "You've got dirt on your nose." You said softly. He widened his eyes and turned red, "Oh," He wiped it off. "Thanks. Is it gone?" You nodded. "Can I call you Ron instead of Ronald?" He brightened, nodding, "I like Ron better than Ronald anyway."

Draco: You wandered over to a stack of books, finding something to read. All they had were picture books, which you looked over with slight disdain. Hoping to find you which suited you, you went round and round. You found a section that looked promising but one person was already there and you didn't feel like conversing much so you just stood there, awkwardly waiting for them to move. When they didn't, you mustered up the courage to say timidly, "Sorry, but can you move a bit to the left? I want to check something out there." The person turned around to face you, a young boy with platinum blonde hair and an aloof stare. "Sure," He said, moving aside with a book in hand. As you proceeded to scan the titles of the books, the blonde asked, "Are you a witch?" You nodded yes. "Are you pure-blood?" You turned to face him with a a chosen book in hand, "No, I'm not. Do you need me to be in order for me to your friend?" The boy turned pink, "Well, my dad says so. But," He looked at you, a bit of warmth seeping into the cold hard seat features on his face. "You're nice so I suppose I can ignore him for while."

Fred: You were wandering the streets of Diagon Alley, looking wide-eyed at the magic when a sudden force sent you crashing to the ground. Yelping, you put your hands up to protect your head. "Sorry! Are you okay?" A voice asked you, sounding concerned. "Yeah," You replied. A young boy with fiery red hair stared at you, frowning. You assumed he was the one to knock you down. Pulling you up, he said sorry again. Then, he began running in place, explaining hastily that he was in a race to Ollivander's with his twin brother, George and if he didn't win, he'd have to be the willing victim of ten pranks. You barely had time to say good luck before he dashed off, saying thank you over his shoulder before disappearing into the crowd.

George: You and your family were good friends of the Weasley clan so at Christmas time, you invited them to your home to celebrate. They came with a handful of gifts, half were immediately situated on the table, while some were tossed under the tree. You eyed the particularly large one, hoping against hope that it belonged to you. Squealing happily when dinner was declared done and the festivities moved onto gifts, you were first at the tree. Molly laughed at your eagerness and grabbed the gift you had had your eye on. To your dismay, she handed it to one of her children, maybe it wasn't yours after all. What you did see was Molly whispering to her son, who nodded and plodded over. "Erm, (Y/N)?" He asked, grabbing your attention, "Mom told me to give this to you. Here, it's yours." A grin spread across your face as he handed you the present. "Is it really?" George nodded, "And she said to open it now." Inside was a jumper, with your initial. George smiled at you, "Got a Weasley jumper, haven't you? Means you're one of us now. Welcome to the family, (Y/N)."

Neville: You sat alone at the edge of the stream, splashing your bare feet in the water. It was silent until a sudden thud came from behind you. Curious, you looked over. A boy had fallen over and you watched as he picked himself up. His eyes widened, as if he hadn't seen you sitting there before. "Oh, hi." He stammered, not seeming to know what to with his hands. "Hello, what's your name?" You asked, to which he responded, "Neville." You motioned for him to sit down on the bank beside you. He did and the two of you sat there silently for a while. Neville reached out for a clump of daisies next to him and, as you watched intently, began to weave them into a flower crown. When he finished, he held them out to you, "Here." You cocked your head, "Why would you want me to wear it?" He shrugged, "When I first saw you, I thought you were a water fairy, but you're not. I guess, you could put it on and we could see if you look any more like a fairy." You agreed. Thus, the day was spent with Neville picking various colors of flowers, braiding them together and you putting them on, listening to his rating of how fairy you look in each one.

Oliver: Whenever it rained, you and Oliver would dash to the nearest dripping window. Then, you'd choose a raindrop each and cheer it on, a race to see whose raindrop would hit the "finish line" first, which was the windowsill. Sometimes, your raindrop would get stuck and you'd have to tap it or pray to Merlin for the one in a million chance of another raindrop dropping from the sky merging with your stuck one and speeding it on its way. It was all in good fun and years later, in your Hogwarts years, you would still do it and have a blast.