If I Was In Harry Poter

It was officially September 1 and I had successfully read through all the school books and committed enough plants from the book, ‘One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi’ to memory that I felt ready for the school year. I woke up early at 6:00 and carefully put everything in my suitcase. I closed my suitcase, put on an olive green hoodie, and some sweatpants, put on my satchel, slipped in the notebook I had been taking notes in, and my wand and was ready to go. I carefully crept down the spiral staircase, telling Dusk to stop making so much noise, and headed to Aunt’s room and left a written note saying:
Dear Aunt,
I am headed off to Hogwarts, hopefully, Arry and Lin know how to cook their breakfast since I won't be there to cook it anymore, at least not until winter break.
Your niece, Christy
I then made my way out the front door and to the bus station. I pulled my hood over my head.
“Curses, why is it so cold already?” I grumbled, “The bus should be here by now.”
Just as I said that the bus arrived, its headlights shining in the dark.
“Speak of the devil,” I muttered under my breath.
The bus creaked to a stop at the last stop and I got off and waited at the spot where I saw the Weasleys. It was only 6:37 so they wouldn’t be here yet. I sat down on a nearby bench and started reading through my notebook. After a good ten minutes, I heard the familiar voice of Mrs.Weasley. There was an older, taller boy with them this time. I suspected it was Percy
“Hurry up! Hurry up!” Mrs.Weasley called.
I stood up and grabbed my suitcase and Dusk’s cage, “Are we leaving now?”
Mrs.Weasley nodded and we walked for a good ten minutes to the London underground train station.
“Now what’s the platform number again?” Mrs.Weasley asked.
“Platform Nine and 3-quarters!” Ginny answered excitedly, “Mom, can’t I go..”
“You’re not old enough, Ginny, now be quiet. Alright, Percy, you go first.”
Percy marched to a barrier in between Platforms 9 and 10 and disappeared into it with his cart. I rubbed my eyes, What? He was here a moment ago. Where’d he go?
“Fred, you next.” Mrs.Weasley said.
“I’m not Fred, I’m George,” Fred said, “Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother? Can't you tell I’m George?”
“Sorry, George, dear.” Mrs Weasley sighed.
“Only joking, I am Fred,” Fred said, and he wheeled his cart into the pillar and disappeared!
Fred called for George to hurry up and George and his cart disappeared into the barrier.
I turned around and saw a skinny boy about my height with emerald green eyes heading towards us pushing a cart with a snowy white owl which looked a lot like the one I saw at the Magical Menagerie but not the same owl.
“Excuse me.” He said to Mrs.Weasley.
“Hello, dear.” Mrs. Weasley said, smiling at him “First time at Hogwarts? Ron and Blackbird’s new, too.”
“Yes,” the boy said. “The thing is--the things, I don’t know how to--”
“How to get onto the platform?” Mrs.Weasley asked kindly, and the boy nodded.
"Not to worry," she said. "All you have to do is walk straight at the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Don't stop and don't be scared you’ll crash into it, that’s very important. Best do it at a bit of a run if you’re nervous. Go on, go now before Ron.”
Er..Ok.” The boy said nervously.
He pushed his cart to the barrier and stared at it for a moment before walking towards it and closing his eyes, then poof! He was gone.
“Blackbird, you can go next if you wish.” Mrs. Weasley turned to me.
“All right.” I nodded and walked towards the barrier and I ran into it, closing my eyes. There was no impact. I opened my eyes and looked around. A scarlet train was waiting next to a platform filled with people chatting and laughing. A sign above me said Hogwarts Express, eleven O'clock. I turned around and saw an iron archway with a sign saying, ‘Platform Nine and 3 quarters. There was no barrier. I saw the boy looking around in amazement. He walked to another carriage towards the middle of the train, got on, and tried to lug his trunk on. I watched in amusement as he dropped it twice on his foot before the Weasley twins came to the rescue. I walked over and overheard part of their conversation.
“Blimey.” Fred said, “Are you?”
“He is,” George said, “Aren’t you?”
“What?” The boy asked, sweating slightly.
“Harry Potter.” They said in unison.
“Oh him.” Harry said, “I mean, yes, I am.”
They both stared at Harry in awe. Then I heard Mrs.Weasley’s voice.
“Fred, George, are you there?”
“Coming Mom,” Fred said and they hopped off the carriage and walked over to Mrs.Weasley, sneaking one last glance at Harry.
I walked over too, and Mrs.Weasley was trying to rub something off Ron’s nose.
“Mom-geroff!” Ron wriggled free.
“Ahhh. Has Ickle Ronnie got something on his nose?” Fred teased.
“Shut up,” Ron grumbled.
“Where’s Percy?” Mrs.Weasley asked.
“He’s coming now,” George answered.
Percy came striding into sight. He had changed into his Hogwarts uniform and it was complete with a shiny silver badge with a P on it.
"Can't stay long, Mother," he said. "I'm upfront, the prefects have got two compartments to themselves-”
“Oh, are you a prefect Percy?” George asked, seemingly surprised, “You should’ve said something, we had no idea.”
"Hang on, I think I remember him saying something about it," Fred said. “Once-”
“Or twice--”
“A minute--”
“All summer--”
“Oh shut up,” Percy said, glaring at them.
"How come Percy gets new robes, anyway?" George asked.
“Because he’s a prefect.” Mrs.Weasley said proudly, “All right, dear, well, have a good term -- send me an owl when you get there.”
Mrs.Weasley kissed Percy on the cheek and he left. Then she turned to the twins.
"Now, you two -- this year, you behave yourselves. If I get one more owl telling me you've -- you've blown up a toilet or --"
"Blown up a toilet? We've never blown up a toilet." Fred interrupted.
"Great idea though, thanks, Mom," George said grinning.
"It's not funny. And look after Ron." Mrs.Weasley ordered.
"Don't worry, ickle Ronniekins is safe with us." Fred laughed.
"Shut up," said Ron again. His nose was still pink where Mrs.Weasley had rubbed it.
"Hey, Mom, guess what? Guess who we just met on the train?" George asked.
"You know that black-haired boy who was near us in the station? Know who he is?” Fred continued.
“Who?” Mrs.Wesley asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Harry Potter!” They both chorused.
"Oh, Mom, can I go on the train and see him, Mom, eh please...." Ginny pleaded
"You've already seen him, Ginny and the poor boy isn't something you goggle at in a zoo. Is he really, Fred? How do you know?" Mrs.Weasley asked.
“He had the lightning scar. I saw it when he swiped his bangs back.” I answered.
"Poor dear - no wonder he was alone, I wondered. He was ever so polite when he asked how to get onto the platform." Mrs.Weasley said, sympathy in her eyes.
"Never mind that do you think he remembers what You-Know-Who looks like?” Fred asked curiously
"I forbid you to ask him, Fred. No, don't you dare. As though he needs reminding of that on his first day of school.”
"All right, keep your hair on." Fred rolled his eyes.
A whistle blew in the distance.
“Hurry up!” Mrs.Weasley ordered, “The train is getting ready to leave. I quickly climbed onto one of the carriages with the twins and Ron. I heard Ginny sniffling and one of the twins saying that they would send her a toilet seat from Hogwarts. I followed Ron into Harry’s compartment.
“Anyone sitting there?” Ron asked, pointing to the few empty seats near Harry. “Everywhere else is full.”
Harry shook his head. Ron sat next to Harry and I sat at the seats opposite of him.
“Hey Ron, Blackbird.”
The twins were here.
"Listen, we're going down the middle of the train -- Lee Jordan's got a giant tarantula down there," George said.
“Right," Ron mumbled.
"Harry," Fred said, "Did we introduce ourselves? Fred and George Weasley. And this is Ron, our brother. See you later then.”
"Bye," said Harry, Ron, and I. The twins slid the compartment door shut behind them.
“So, are you really Harry Potter?” Ron asked.
He nodded.
"Oh -well, I thought it might be one of Fred and George's jokes," Ron said, "And have you really got -- you know..."
Harry pushed back his bangs to reveal a lightning-shaped scar. Ron stared.
“Ron. It’s not polite to stare.” I said, “What would your poor mother say?” I scolded jokingly.
Ron blushed from embarrassment and looked away.
“So do you remember anything from you know, when uh, you know, killed your parents?” I asked curiously.
“Well, I remember a lot of green light.” Harry answered, “That’s all.”
“Is your family all wizards?” Harry asked Ron.
“Yeah. I think so.” Ron answered, ‘I think mom’s got a second cousin who’s an accountant, but we never talk about him.”
“So you must know a lot of magic,” Harry concluded.
“Well, I heard you went to live with muggles. What are they like?” Ron asked.
“Horrible, not all of them though. My aunt and uncle and cousin though.” Harry answered.
“You live with your aunt and uncle too? Me too!” I exclaimed.
“Are they rude?” Harry asked.
“Well, my aunt makes me do the cooking and cleaning and I’m kind of like their personal servant. My uncle is away on business trips all the time but when he comes back he treats me and my cousins equally.” I said, “So, I guess you could say I don’t exactly like my aunt.”
“Tell me about your cousins,” Harry asked, seemingly fascinated that another person lived with their aunt and uncle.
“Well, I have 3, all girls. Adilyn moved out for college, Arry and Lin are the same age as us and love fangirling over boys.”
“Wow. It must be crowded, with many people in one house.” Ron said, “But when we get family reunions, the house is extremely crowded with 8 people and all the other relatives.”
“Well, uhm,” I winced, I didn’t like talking about my aunt and uncle's wealth in front of other people because they would usually get jealous, “Not really because there are only 4 of us and we live in a mansion.”
“Oh. Well, how long does it take for you to clean the whole house?” Ron asked.
“An hour at best.” I replied, “I have experience.”
Ron’s pocket had a slight rustle, “Oh, that must be Scabbers.”
He pulled a gray lump from his pocket, “Say hi to Scabbers, the most useless thing in the world. He sleeps the whole day. He used to be Percy’s then Dad got Percy an owl for becoming a prefect and I got Scabbers.”
We continued talking about the most random things we could think about until around half past twelve, a trolley wheeled in and pushed by a slim, dimpled woman.
“Anything off the cart, dear?” The woman asked.
Ron’s ears went pink and said he brought sandwiches. So me and Harry both got up to get some snacks. But instead of chips and chocolate, there were things such as Bertie Botts' every flavored beans, chocolate frogs, pumpkin pasties, etc. I got one of everything along with Harry. I paid the woman one galleon and got 8 sickles back in change. We dumped everything on the table.
“Hungry are you?” Ron asked, looking at all the food.
“I’m starving,” Harry replied.
Ron took out a lumpy package and unwrapped it, there were four sandwiches inside. He pulled one apart. “She always forgets that I don't like corned beef.”
“I’ll trade you one for one of those,” Harry said, holding up a pumpkin pastie.
“You don’t want one, they’re really dry.” Ron said, “She hasn’t got much time,” He added quickly, “With five of us, you know?”
“Just take the pastie Ron, no need to be shy.” I rolled my eyes.
We started eating our way through all the food and then we came across Chocolate frogs.
“What are these?” Harry asked, holding one up, “They aren’t real frogs are they?”
"No," said Ron. "But see what the card is. I’m missing Agrippa.”
“What?” Me and Harry both asked.
"Oh, of course, you wouldn't know -- Chocolate Frogs have cards inside them, you know, to collect -- famous witches and wizards. I've got about five hundred, but I haven't got Agrippa or Ptolemy."
Harry unwrapped his Chocolate Frog and picked up the card. It showed a man's face. He wore half-moon glasses and had a long, crooked nose, long silver hair, beard, and mustache. Underneath the picture was the name Albus Dumbledore.
“So that’s what he looks like!” Harry said.
“Yeah,” Ron said, his eyes straying to a pile of chocolate frogs.
“Help yourself,” Harry said.
We eventually had eaten most of the chocolate frogs and now I had a collection of cards myself. I hadn’t gotten Dumbledore but I did get Agrippa to Ron’s absolute shock. I let him have it though since I’m such a good friend. Then we came across Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans.
“You’re going to wanna be careful. When they mean every flavor, they mean it. You got the regular flavor such as toffee, chocolate, strawberry, but then you have things like vomit, spinach, and all manner of disgusting things.” Ron said, “George claims that he had a booger-flavored one before.”
He picked one up and nibbled the corner of it. “Blahhhh--- see? Spinach.”
I took a funny-looking golden one and popped it in my mouth.
“What flavor?” Ron asked.
“It looked like boogers,” Harry said.
“It’s caramel,” I said, relieved.
We had a lot of fun eating the jelly beans. Harry got toast, coconut, baked bean, strawberry, curry, grass, coffee, and sardine, and was even courageous enough to nibble the end of a funny gray one Ron and I both wouldn't touch, which turned out to be pepper.
There was a knock on our compartment and a round-faced boy came in looking rather tearful
“Sorry,” He said, “Have you seen a toad at all?”
When we shook our heads, he wailed, “I’ve lost him! He keeps getting away from me!”
“He’ll turn up,” Harry said.
“Yes,” The boy said miserably, “Well if you see him…”
He left the compartment.
"Don't know why he's so bothered," said Ron. "If I'd brought a toad I'd lose it as quickly as I could. Mind you, I brought Scabbers, so I can't talk.”
The rat was still sleeping on Ron's lap.
“He could’ve died and you wouldn’t know the difference.” Ron sighed, “I tried to turn him yellow yesterday but it didn’t work.”
He reached into his trunk and took out his wand. It was very battered and something white was at the end.
“Unicorn hair is peeking out. About time this wand retires.” Ron grumbled.
He raised his wand and was about to say something when the compartment door opened again. The boy who lost his toad was back with a girl already wearing her Hogwarts robes. She had bushy brown hair.
“Has anyone seen a toad? Neville’s lost one,” she asked in a Know-It-All voice.
“We’ve already told him, no, we haven’t seen a toad anywhere,” Ron answered, but the girl was looking at Ron’s wand.
“Oh, are you doing magic? Let’s see.”
She sat down next to me. Ron looked rather shocked.
“Er…All right.” He cleared his throat,
“Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid fat rat yellow.”
He waved his wand but nothing happened.
"Are you sure that's a real spell?" said the girl. "Well, it's not very good, is it? I've tried a few simple spells just for practice and it's all worked for me. Nobody in my family's magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it's the very best school of witchcraft there is, I've heard -- I've learned all our course books by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough -- I'm Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you.”
“You memorized all the course books by heart? Girl, me too! Well, only all the plants in ‘One Thousand Magical Plants and Fungi.’ but that still counts.” I said, interrupting whatever Harry and Ron were about to say.
They both looked very stunned.
“I’m Blackbird by the way,” I said.
“Ron Weasley.”
“Harry Potter.”
"Are you really?" said Hermione. "I know all about you, of course -- I got a few extra books. for background reading, and you're in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century.”
“Am I?” Harry asked his mind, probably still processing the information.
"Goodness, didn't you know, I'd have found out everything I could if it was me," said Hermione. "Do either of you know what house you'll be in? I've been asking around, and I hope I'm in Gryffindor, it sounds by far the best; I hear Dumbledore himself was in it, but I suppose Ravenclaw wouldn't be too bad... Anyway, we'd better go and look for Neville's toad. You two had better change, you know, I expect we'll be there soon.”
And she left, taking Neville with her.
"Whatever house I'm in, I hope she's not in it," said Ron. He threw his wand back into his trunk. "Stupid spell -- George gave it to me, bet he knew it was a dud.”
“What house are your brothers in?” Harry asked, trying to change the topic.
"Gryffindor," said Ron. Gloom seemed to be settling on him again. "Mom and Dad were in it, too. I don't know what they'll say if I'm not. I don't suppose Ravenclaw would be too bad, but imagine if they put me in Slytherin.”
"That's the house Vol-, I mean, You-Know-Who was in?” Harry asked.
"Yeah," said Ron. He flopped back into his seat, looking depressed.
“Don’t be so sad. What house do you wanna be in Harry?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood.
“Maybe Gryffindor but I dunno. I don’t seem to be very brave,” he answered.
“I think Ravenclaw or Gryffindor.” I said, “I agree with Hermione on what houses I wanna be in.”
"You know, I think the ends of Scabbers' whiskers are a bit lighter," said Harry, trying to take Ron's mind off houses. "So what do your oldest brothers do now that they've left, anyway?"
"Charlie's in Romania studying dragons and Bill's in Africa doing something for Gringotts," said Ron. "Did you hear about Gringotts? It's been all over the Daily Prophet, but I don't suppose you get that with the Muggles -- someone tried to rob a high-security vault.”
Harry and I both stared.
“Did they get caught?” I asked.
“No, that’s why it’s such big news. They haven't been caught. My dad says it must've been a powerful Dark wizard to get around Gringotts, but they don't think they took anything, that's what's odd. 'Course, everyone gets scared when something like this happens in case You-Know-Who's behind it." Ron explained.
“Huh. Well, we’re going to be safe in Hogwarts anyway even if there are Dark Wizards.” I shrugged.
“What’s your Quidditch team?” Ron asked suddenly.
“Oh, I don't know any.” Harry and I both said.
"What!?" Ron looked dumbfounded. "Oh, you wait, it's the best game in the wizarding world --" And he was off, explaining all about the four balls and the positions of the seven players, describing famous games he'd been to with his brothers and the broomstick he'd like to get if he had the money. He was just taking Harry through the finer points of the game when the compartment door slid open yet again, but it wasn't Neville the toadless boy, or Hermione Granger this time.
Three boys strode in. The one in the middle was pale with blond hair and two buff boys were standing on either side like bodyguards.
"Is it true?" he said. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?"
“Yeah.” Harry nodded.
I glared at the two boys on either side of him. I did not like these three at all.
“Oh, this is Crabbe and Goyle.” the pale boy said with an air of I’m-better-than-you. “And my name is Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.”
Ron gave a slight snicker which he quickly turned into a cough. Draco Malfy looked at him.
“Think my name is funny? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford.”
“Don’t you talk about the Weasleys like that, Draco.” I said, spitting out the name with contempt.
He looked me up and down, “A mudblood.” He made a face like I was some worthless piece of trash.
He turned back to Harry. "You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there."
He held out his hand, but Harry didn’t take it.
"I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks," he said coolly.
Malfoy didn't go red, but a pink blush appeared on his pale cheeks.
"I'd be careful if I were you, Potter," he said slowly. "Unless you're a bit politer you'll go the same way as your parents. They didn't know what was good for them, either. You hang around with riffraff like the Weasleys and Hagrid, and mudbloods. It’ll rub off on you.”
We all stood up.
“Say that again,” Ron said, his face as red as his hair.
“Oh you’re going to fight us are you?” Malfoy sneered.
"Unless you get out now," said Harry, raising his fists.
"But we don't feel like leaving, do we, boys? We've eaten all our food and you still seem to have some."
Goyle reached toward the Chocolate Frogs next to Ron - Ron leaped forward, but before he'd so much as touch Goyle, Goyle let out a horrible yell.
Scabbers the rat was hanging off his finger, sharp little teeth sunk deep into Goyle's knuckle - Crabbe and Malfoy backed away as Goyle swung Scabbers round and round, howling in pain and when Scabbers finally flew off and hit the window, all three of them disappeared at once. Perhaps they thought more dangers were lurking in the sweets, or perhaps they'd heard footsteps, because a moment later, Hermione came in.
"What has been going on?" she said, looking at the sweets all over the floor and Ron picking up Scabbers by his tail.
I think he's been knocked out," Ron said to us. He looked closer at Scabbers. "No -- I don't believe it -- he's gone back to sleep-"
“He’s a sleepy rat who likes to bite knuckles I guess.” I shrugged.
You’ve met Malfoy before?” Ron asked Harry.
“Yeah, I was shopping for school supplies and I was In Madam Malkins when I saw him. Said some pretty Slytherin things now that I think of it.” Harry said.
"I've heard of his family," said Ron darkly. "They were some of the first to come back to our side after You-Know-Who disappeared. Said they'd been bewitched. My dad doesn't believe it. He says Malfoy's father didn't need an excuse to go over to the Dark Side." He turned to Hermione. "Can we help you with something?"
"You'd better hurry up and put your robes on, I've just been up to the front to ask the conductor, and he says we're nearly there. You haven't been fighting, have you? You'll be in trouble before we even get there!" Hermione scolded.
It was kind of funny.
"Scabbers has been fighting, not us," said Ron, scowling at her. "Would you mind leaving while we change?"
“I’ll leave too and find some private spot.” Me and Hermione left the compartment and I hurried to the bathrooms, changed into my Hogwarts robes and pinned a name tag that read ‘Blackbird’ on.
I walked back into my compartment where Harry and Ron were waiting. I put my jacket into my suitcase. “Well, we’re almost there.”
A voice echoed through the train: "We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes. Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately."
Harry looked nervous. And Ron looked pale under his freckles. We crammed our pockets with the last of the candy and joined the crowd walking down the corridor. The train slowed right down and finally stopped. People pushed their way toward the door and out onto a tiny, dark platform. Harry shivered in the cold night air. Then a lamp came bobbing over the heads of the students, I heard a gruff voice call out, “Firs’ years! firs’ years over here! Alright there Harry?”
"C'mon, follow me -- any more firs' years? Mind yer step, now! Firs' years follow me!"
Slipping and stumbling, they followed Hagrid down what seemed to be a steep, narrow path. It was so dark on either side of them that one would think there must be thick trees there. Nobody spoke much. Neville sniffed once or twice.
"Ye' all get yer firs' sight o' Hogwarts in a sec," Hagrid called over his shoulder, "jus' round this bend here."
Ooooooh Everyone gasped in awe
The narrow path had opened onto the edge of a great lake that reflected the night stars. Perched atop a high mountain on the other side, its windows sparkling in the sky was a huge castle with many towers.
"No more'n four to a boat!" Hagrid called, pointing to a fleet of little boats sitting in the water by the shore.
I got onto a boat along with Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
"Everyone in?" shouted Hagrid, who had a boat to himself. "Right then -- FORWARD!"
The boats all suddenly started moving forward by themselves, gliding across the lake which seemed to be simply smooth glass as there were no ripples.
"Heads down!" yelled Hagrid as the first boats reached the cliff; we all ducked and the boats carried us into a curtain of ivy that hid a big opening in the cliff. We were carried along a dark tunnel, which seemed to be taking us right underneath the castle until we reached a kind of underground harbor, where we clambered out onto a rocky beach.
"Oy, you there! Is this your toad?" said Hagrid, who was checking the boats as people climbed out of them.
“Trevor!” Neville cried happily reaching out to grab his toad.
We then climbed up a passageway in the rock, Hagrids lamp, our only source of light.
They walked up a flight of stone steps and crowded around the huge, Oak front door.
"Everyone here? You there, still got yer toad?"
Hagrid raised a huge hand and knocked three times on the castle door.