Year 1: The Boy Who Lived

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I was awake when my alarm rang. That night I could barely sleep. The excitement of going to a magic school kept me awake.

I get out of bed and start to get ready. It's not bad to make a first impression.

I went downstairs and ate breakfast that the elves made. This was gonna be my last home cooked meal.

I go back upstairs to bring down my trunk, owl and anything else I needed. My parents were ready to go and we left.

We arrived at the train station and stood in front of Platforms 9 and 10. We make sure no one was watching and rushed through it.

We were on time.

My father took the trunk into the train. "Alright y/n. We have to go. Behave and remember what we told you." I nod and I give her a hug. "Be good. I love you." She kissed my forehead.
"I love you too, mum."

She stepped away so my father can say bye.

"GoodBye, sweetheart. Do what you're told and make us proud." He gave me a hug and patted my head as we let go.
He walked away with my mother.

I walk inside the train with o/n and sat in the nearest compartment. I sat there for a while bonding with o/n.
I was able to get her not to bite my fingers anymore.

The train began to get full, but nobody wanted to enter my compartment.
I sat there unbothered. They were probably intimidated.

The train started to move and all the kids hanged outside the window, waving goodbye to their parents.

It was a bit odd.

I was off to Hogwarts.

O/N began to screech so I let her out into the outside.
I moved the cage where it wouldn't bother me.

I was looking out the window when the compartment door opened and two boys stood there.

"Do you mind if we sit here?" The jet black haired boy asked.

"No, yeah. Come in." I sat back down as the jet black haired boy sat across from me and the red headed boy sat next to me.

I realized that I haven't introduced myself.

"I'm y/n l/n." I introduced.

"I'm Ron Weasley." the red headed boy said. Of course, the poor ones in the wizarding world.

"And I'm Harry Potter." I felt my jaw dropped but I quickly picked it up.
He was here.
Sitting right in front of me.

The Boy Who Lived.

"Nice to meet both of you." I say trying to be nice. What luck!

"Anything from the Trolley?!" yelled the Trolley Witch.

"Do you guys want anything from the trolley?" I ask. "No, I got my snack here." Ron shows his sandwich wrapped in a sandwich bag.

I felt myself make a face to myself.
God he is so poor.

"You, harry?" I turn to Harry.
He nods and we open the compartment door to get some sweets.

"Anything from the Trolley, dears?" The trolley witch asked.

"I'll get three chocolate frogs." I answered the trolley witch and I paid her.

"Here, Weasley. I mean, Ron." I hand him a chocolate frog.

"Thanks y/n. Thank you!" He sounded so happy. Then Harry comes back with handfuls of candy.

"Did you buy the whole cart?" I exclaimed. He dropped the candy on the seat and sits down besides it.  "Dig in." he says.

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