You-Know-Who
Their mother went on to say. “Is he really Fred? How do you know?” Guessing the one who posed the question earlier of who he was, was Fred.
“Asked him. Saw his scar. It’s really there – like lightning.” Harry was starting to feel a little uncomfortable, but he couldn’t say much, I mean, he was the one to eavesdrop on their conversation. Not the other way around.
“Poor dear – no wonder he was alone, I wondered. He was ever so polite when he asked how to get onto the platform.” The woman sympathized.
“Never mind that, do you think he remembers what You-Know-Who looks like?” Fred asked, changing the subject drastically.
Suddenly, their mother became very stern over the You-Know-Who topic. All his life the Dursley family, the only living family who knew of, told him his parents died in a car crash. Only when he was given his Hogwarts letter on this birthday, the truth with revealed. Harry had felt betrayed, even after all they had done already. There was a man, one named Voldemort, except he shouldn’t say that name. Hagrid had preferred Harry to call him You-Know-Who. That man had blown up his parents when he was only about a year old.
“I forbid you to ask him, Fred. No, don’t you dare. As though he needs reminding of that on his first day at school.” She scolded.
“All right, keep your hair on.” Fred said, backing off.
The train whistle sounded and everything and all the people on the platform were alerted. They were leaving soon to Hogwarts. A nowhere school, in a nowhere place, in a nowhere location. He’d almost think this was a kidnapping, under normal circumstances, but they weren’t normal. They were wizards. They were going to learn magic.
“Hurry up!” Their mother bellowed as all three of the boys she had left, scrambled onto the train and they all leaned out the window for her to kiss them good-bye. For a moment he was wondering what that felt like.
Until the younger sister, ginny, started crying. Fred and George had a few words to cheer her up though. “Don’t, Ginny, we’ll send you loads of owls.” Fred shouted from where he was standing next to his brothers.
“We’ll send you a Hogwarts toilet seat.” George shouted out after his twin, trying to make Ginny feel better with a joke.
“George!” Their mother cried.
His only answer. “Only joking, Mom.” Harry had partially hoped he was. His mother looked like she could give a scolding, and he wouldn’t want the school to flood, knowing he’d be sent ‘home’ back to the Dursley’s.
The train began moving and Harry peered out the window to see all five boy’s mother waving and their little sister, Ginny, crying and giggling while running after the train. Do kids usually do that, not that it mattered. Well, in the end at least she was a little bit happy. She ran until the train sped to too little speed for her to keep up. Then began waving when she couldn’t keep up anymore.
Harry watched to two of them disappear as the train bent at the corner, swaying around the tracks. Houses flashed past the window, and he felt a tingling sensation of excitement. He had no idea where it was going, he had no idea where he’d end up. As lass he personally thought that it was going to be much better than the life he had left behind.
The compartment door slid wide open, and the youngest red-haired boy trotted in. “Anyone sitting there?” He pointed to the seat opposite of where he was sitting, adding. “Everywhere else in full.”
Harry shook his head and he boy in return sat down. The boy glanced quickly at Harry before staring out the window, as if he hadn’t. Pretending that he wasn’t watching his every move. He looked at him, and Harry still saw the black mark against his long nose, his mother struggled to get off and he, the boy, struggled to get away from. Harry concluded he shouldn’t point it out.
“Hey, Ron.” The twins were back in, but not for long. “Listen, we’re going down the middle of the train – Lee Jordan’s got a giant tarantula down there.”
“Right.” Mumbled back Ron, whilst shitting uncomfortably in his seat at the mention.
“Harry.” Said the other twin, still unsure who he was, Fred or George, spoke. “Did we introduce ourselves?” He wanted to say no, although he had heard.
“Fred and George Weasley. And this is Ron, our brother. See you later, then.” The two left quickly after that.
“Bye.” Both Harry and Ron replied before the twins fully slid the door shut behind them, exiting.
Ron was quick to speak once the door was shut. “Are you really Harry Potter?”
What was Harry to say in reply. That he was an orphan and You-Know-Who blown my parents up when I were a baby, murdering them in their own home and now I have an ugly lightning bolt scar plastered on my forehead for all to see and stare at? He didn’t know what to say and of course he didn’t want to be rude by leaving the question unanswered. So, he only nodded in return.
“Oh – well, I thought it might be one of Fred and George’s jokes.” Ron stammered on. “And have you really – you know…” He gestured to Harry’s forehead, so he ran a hand through his hair, showcasing his scar that Ron stared at.
“So that’s where You-Know-Who –?” He trailed off, his mother did say to Fred not to ask, but he wasn’t Fred, he was Ron.
“Yes.” Harry stated. “But I can’t remember it.”
Eagerly Ron engaged. “Nothing?”
“Well –” He couldn’t exactly lie could he, Harry didn’t believe that was the way to make friends, not that he had any. “I remember a lot of green light, but nothing else.”
“Wow.” Ron sounded in awe as he stared at Harry, not to long until he realised once again, he was goggling him, so he shifted to the window once more.