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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬
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Lydia Prewett was an unusual being, always has been. Well, she was overly normal for her kind, witches, I mean. She had a difficult beginning, her mother dying in childbirth causing her father to name her after her. And a year later, her father was murdered by death eaters while protecting his child, the only thing he had left of his soulmate. She was handed off to her aunt and uncle, Molly and Arthur Weasley. Living in the attic room with her cousin Ginny, she stuck to the books that her father had. Her mother had been a muggle-born and she was obsessed with the mystical arts of the wizarding world. She had even learned the entire French language by the time she was eleven years old, having her grandparents on her mother's side being from Belgium. She grew up with seven other people in a rickety house on a big stretch of land. Ron, Ginny, Fred, George, Percy, Molly, and Arthur. The entire family was ecstatic when her and Ron got their acceptance letters, even though they already knew they were going to. She adored her family, even if they weren't her mother and father or her brother and sister. But anyways, that's how she found herself pushing a heavy trolley with a beaten up trunk and books towards the hidden platform for the Hogwarts Express.
"It's the same year after year. Always packed with muggles, of course." Her aunt Molly practically shouted over the noise of the busy train station. Her tone of endearance brought a smile to the young girl's lips. "Come on. Platform 9 3/4 this way! All right, Percy, you first." The girl spotted a boy about her age looking at her family curiously. She reached out and nudged her cousin in the ribs, nodding her head in his direction once she had his attention. They continued to have an entire argument with their eyes. All missing the funny banter between the twins and Molly.
"Excuse me? C-could you tell me how to-" The dark haired boy trailed off as Molly finished his sentence.
"How to get on the platform? Yes, not to worry, dear. It's Ron and Lydia's first time to Hogwarts as well." The green eyed boy made eye contact with the green eyed girl who gave an awkward smile in his direction, her cousin doing the same. "Now, all you've got to do is walk straight at the wall between platforms 9 and 10. Best do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous." Molly gave him a bright smile before he adjusted his grip on his trolley before pushing it quickly in the direction of the wall, bracing for an impact that never came.
The redheaded girl following after getting a nod of confirmation from her aunt, her younger cousin hopping off the edge of the trolley to run along beside her. Even though she had been to the platform many many times before it still seemed to shock her. How the atmosphere went from gray and gloomy to bright and welcoming.
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"C'mon Ron. Let's find a compartment before their all full." She gripped onto her cousin's hand before starting to drag him throughout the train, pushing her short frame through groups of incredibly tall children.
After searching every single compartment, only to find them occupied, she settled for the one that only had one person in it. She noticed right after she opened the sliding door she noticed it was the dark haired boy in glasses from the train station.
"Do you mind? Everywhere else is full." Her voice was soft yet held incredible strength and power. She was the perfect example of a Gryffindor.
"No, not at all." He responded quickly, his voice was nervous and hesitant on the other hand. She could tell he was not used to this amount of social interaction. Not in a mean way though.
"I'm Ron by the way, Ron Weasley. And that's my cousin Lydia Prewett." Ron said, sitting across from the boy, Lydia sitting next to him.
"I'm Harry. Harry Potter." The name made Lydia freeze. Harry Potter was the name of the boy who lived, the boy who defeated the leader of the people that made her an orphan.
