The Day I Met You

Platform 9 3/4 - Part 2

Disclaimer : I do not own Harry Potter. (Yes, this will be posted at the beginning of every chapter; sorry if it's a bother)

Harry and Ron entered the train before many of the other people arriving to board, so that meant they got a compartment to themselves.

"I don't believe we met properly back there," the ginger said while chewing something unknown. "I'm Ron, Ronald Weasley." His hand was quickly placed in front of him with a smile on his face, blue eyes sparkling with excitement to meet someone new.

"I'm Harry Potter," he replied with a delicate smile that soon turned to a frown as Ron's hand wasn't as firm while shaking Harry's.

"You're *the* Harry Potter?" He said, utter shock was obvious on his face.

"Yeah," Harry said, shifting uncomfortably.

"What about the—" Ron cut himself off and pointed to his forehead, mouthing 'the scar?'

Harry pulled aside his raven hair and revealed his lightning scar, green eyes dull from expecting insults.

"Wicked," Ron replied causing a stupid grin to rise on Harry's face.

Harry was shocked at Ron's response. All he'd ever gotten about his scar from his relatives was insults. They'd always tell him it was from a car crash that his parents had died in even though they were actually murdered by a dark wizard by the name of Lord Voldemort.

He shook his head, smiling at Ron and refusing to let anything ruin his day.

A girl with frizzy, brunette hair and brown eyes stopped by the compartment, halfway out of breath. They hadn't realized it yet but the train had already started moving.

"Have either of you seen a toad? A boy named Neville lost it."

The boys shook their heads as Ron smacked loudly on the treat in his mouth. The girl looked like she was going to say something to the ginger then shook her head and moved along. Harry noticed a hint of interest in the girl's eyes when she looked at Ron, but he let it be.

"Anything off the trolley, boys?"

"No thanks," Ron mumbled, "I already got mine," he said while holding up a pathetic excuse for a snack.

"We'll take the whole lot," Harry said, setting down a pile of galleons on the cart.

"Whoa," Ron said, mouth hanging in surprise. He'd never seen that many galleons simply pulled out of the pocket.

As they the lady collected the galleons and Ron greedily began to grab at the cart, the dashing blond from earlier that day began to pass by. He looked in the compartment, smirking at the raven haired boy.

"Seems we've run into each other again," he spoke to Harry with a smooth voice; he casually leaned onto the entrance of the compartment since it was cleared, the cart in the compartment and the lady already hobbling off to get another trolley. Harry's face reddened a little at the sight of the boy.

"It seems so," he replied casually. "Care to join us?" He asked, motioning to the empty spot beside him.

"Gladly," the boy confidently replied.

Just as he sat, the frizzy haired brunette came in and sat down beside Ron, huffing and mumbling about some imbeciles who disregarded her trying to help the Neville boy.

Without even the thought of introductions, the four engaged into conversation, fascinated with everything each of them had to say. The topic went from their backstory to spells to Ron's manners and so much more it was hard to remember all the topics they covered.

As they arrived to Hogwarts, Harry still didn't know the stranger's name. He was about to ask, turning to his side only to realize the blond was nowhere to be seen. He was shocked, not knowing where he disappeared to.

"Anyway," the brunette said after her long ramble, "I'm Hermione Granger, and you are?"

"Ronald Weasley," he said with a mouth full of sweets.

"Pleasure," she responded with a grimace on her face. "What about you?" She asked, turning to Harry.

"Harry Potter," he said, showing the scar for proof. She nodded approvingly, standing suddenly and walking out, stopping to turn around and say, "I suggest you change into your robes before we enter; I probably should have mentioned this before we are close to arrival.

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"Draco Malfoy?"

After the introduction from the Headmaster, Dumbledore, an older woman with her hair loose but strictly pulled into a bun with a green dress called out names to be sorted into one of the four houses : Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, or Ravenclaw. Unlike her orderly manner, she read the names off the parchment in random order.

Harry looked around, desperate to spot the blond until he finally looked up to the sorting hat to see the boy sitting under it. He saw Harry looking, flashing a quick smirk before turning back to face forward with a blank face. Almost as soon as the hat was placed upon his head, it shouted out "Slytherin!"

Before Harry had the chance to react, the woman called out another name.

"Ronald Weasley?"

Ron shyly walked up to the hat, sitting under it as it mumbled on and on about another Weasley and bellowed that he better be in Gryffindor.

It dragged on for a bit longer until his name rang out.

"Harry Potter?"

Harry took a nervous breath, slowly walking through the first years crowd and realizing why so many people looked terrified. He didn't bother being another, so he bravely strode to the hat, sitting on the stool with a confident chin. He caught Hermione and Ron smiling at them from the Gryffindor table.

"Oh, yes," the sorting hat whispered, then said a bit louder, "Harry Potter; so many different possibilities, yes... better be... Gryffindor!!"

The table cheered along with Harry's smile until he noticed Draco's disappointed face. He shot an upset glance at him, receiving a small nod from Draco as if it were an 'it's okay, it wasn't your choice.'

He gave Draco a weak smile as Ron pulled him to sit down, the ginger cheerfully waiting for more of the first years to be a part of the Gryffindor house.

Neither of them knew that they would have difficult years and events to come including the dreadful Slytherin house tormenting them throughout the school years.