Blue Eyes and Freckles | Ron Weasley x Reader

Chapter One "Lost in London"

    "Alright hon, were off" Your mother kisses your forehead sweetly as her and your father start towards the door. Your dad pulls you in for one last hug before telling you to call the neighbors if you need everything. Then, they were gone.
    Your father got a new job as the head of defense in the Ministry of Magic in London, England. Previously, he held a similar job in the United States, but was offered this position, which was too good to give up. This past summer, your family packed up your tiny apartment in New York City, New York and moved into a little house just outside of London. The adjustment was hard. You were 16 years old and about to go into your 6th year at Ilvermorny, the North American School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You had a huge fight with your parents about leaving. You didn't want to leave all your friends behind, and you definitely did not want to move to a whole new country.
    Because of your father's job, he was gone most of the day. Your mother worked for the ministry too, and had the same schedule. It worked because your school was a boarding school, but in the summer months, it was especially lonely. You loved your parents dearly, but they never even tried to make time for you. You didn't dare tell them how you felt, though, since you knew how much they loved their jobs.
    About a week ago, you had received a letter from the European wizarding school, Hogwarts. It read:
Dear y/n,
    I are writing to inform you that we are aware of your transfer to our school. Enclosed are the lists of the books and supplies you will need for the year. Please retrieve them at Diagon Alley, in London. Since you are transferring in the middle of your schooling, a sorting ceremony will need to take place beforehand so that you know where to sit during the entry feast as well as where to put your bags. I would imagine that it would be rather embarrassing to have to join the first years, so please meet me in the transfigurations classroom when you arrive at the school. Please go to Platform 9 3/4 at King's Cross Station on September 1st. The train leaves at 11:00 sharp.
                                        Best wishes and good luck,
                                                Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster
    Today, your mission was to get your things from Diagon Alley. Your father had scribbled out a map of where to go on a napkin this morning at breakfast, but you still weren't very clear as to what to do exactly. You figured that once you were in the area, there must be someone who could help you. It was a 20 minute train ride into the city, so you grabbed muggle money, which you barely knew how to use, as well as a bag of galleons your parents left you for your books, and headed out.
    Once in London, you tried the best you could to find the entrance to Diagon Alley, but your dad's crappy map lead you to what looked like a pub. You went inside, thinking it was your best bet. Luckily, the place seemed to be jumping with magic. You walked up to the bartender, who's name tag said "Tom" on it.
    "Hello, do you know how to get to Diagon Alley?" You asked politely.
    "Are you from the States?" He asked, ignoring your question and asking with a rather heavy London accent.
    "Yes," You answered. "I am. But I need to get to Diagon Alley for school books. Do you know how to get there from here."
    "Yeah, I do. Buy why does you need to get books in Diagon Alley if you is from the States?"
    "I'm transferring to Hogwarts." You sighed. You realized you would be having this conversation a lot.
    "Oh, I see." He pointed to the back door. "You can go through there. Come back after you is done and I'll give ya a butter beer on the house..." He looked at you, as if waiting for you to give him your name to finish his sentence.
    "y/n" You told him.
    "y/n" He repeated and smiled at you.
    You returned the smile, thanked him, and slipped out the back door. You looked up from the cobblestone ground and realized that you were in the middle of a very crowded street. Buildings lined either side of the walkway and people were bustling in and out of them. You fished the now crumpled up piece of paper that was your book list out of your pocket. Then, you looked back up at the winding street in front of you. Oh god, you thought, where on Earth am I going to find all of this supplies? Looking strictly at the signs on the buildings on both sides of you, you made your way down the street.
    Suddenly, you hit a wall.
    Well, not really a wall —more like a teenage boy— but it felt like a wall. You went tumbling backwards and fell on your butt. A hand reached down to help you up. You followed that hand up to the face of the green eyed, glasses wearing boy it belonged to, and your jaw dropped.
    "I'm so sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going." The boy in front of you said, sincerely.
    "You're Harry Potter." You said, without filter. Then, what you just said out loud processed and you wanted to hit your head against a wall. Of course it was Harry Potter, why would you need to say it out loud?
    "I'm sorry that was weird." You told him and took his outstretched hand. He helped you up.
    "No it wasn't. I get that reaction a lot. Are you American?"
    "Yes, I am. I'm transferring to Hogwarts this year from Ilvermorny since my dad got a new job at the Ministry of Magic." That was what your decided answer to that question was. It was short and got straight to the point, and left little room for follow up questions.
    "What year are you in?"
    "Sixth."
    "That's brilliant, so am I!" You already knew that.
    "Well, at least I'll know someone now. Do you happen to know where I can get my books and all this stuff?" You showed him your list.
    "Right down there is Flouish and Blotts, which has all the books you need. Let's start there."
    "Let's?"
    "I'll go with you. We may as well get books together if were going to be friends."
    You smiled at him. Making friends was already easier than you thought it would be.

    The two of you went down the street into Flouish and Blotts. Harry told you how he was staying with his friend, Ron, at his house with their other friend, Hermione. You were still in awe that the Harry Potter wanted to be friends with you, but you had to admit, it was nice to have someone to talk to. You both checked out all of your books at the front desk area.
    "I promised Ron and Hermione that I would meet them at the Three Broomsticks for a butter beer. Would you like to come?" As much as you wanted to, you couldn't.
    "As fun as that sounds, I should really try to find the rest of my school supplies. It was very nice of you to offer. I'll see you at school, Harry Potter." You said with a grin.
    He returned the smile as he walked away, leaving you to explore the rest of Diagon Alley alone.

    Finally, after what seemed like days (Although it was only hours), you were done with your school shopping. You made your way back to the back door of the pub you entered when you first got there. Tom was still manning the bar.
    "y/n, welcome back! I got your butter beer comin right up!" He flashed you a toothy grin.
    "Thanks, Tom" You said.
    Tom slid a foaming glass of butter beer towards you. It was just as good as you remembered.
    "So, didya get all your school shoppin done, then?"
    "Yes." You replied, wiping foam off your upper lip.
    You and Tom held a friendly conversation for a bit until you looked at your watch are realized your parents would be arriving home in an hour. You thanked Tom for the butter beer and sped out of the Three Broomsticks and towards to the train.