wears Ron?
Harry
Harry Potter suddenly realised he hadn't seen Ron yet. The train was moving, and he hadn’t seen any of the Weasleys. He sat there, confused, wondering where they could be. What if they missed the train? Would they still be allowed in? He couldn’t go without Ron. Remus had asked Percy to look after him, and Sirius had asked Fred and George to do the same thing.
Harry glanced around the train compartment again, but there was no sign of his best friend. Panic started to creep in. He had never even imagined he would have to do this journey without Ron, and the idea of sitting alone at the feast felt wrong. The train whistled loudly as it sped through the countryside, but Harry couldn’t shake the growing anxiety.
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He tried to calm himself. Maybe Ron was with his brothers. Or maybe they’d all gotten caught up in some last-minute preparations. But Harry’s thoughts kept swirling back to the possibility that something had gone wrong—something out of their control. The last thing he wanted was to disappoint Remus and Sirius, who had trusted everyone to stick together.
As the landscape outside the window changed from fields to towering mountains, Harry continued to sit there, hoping, waiting for a familiar face to appear in the doorway.
The compartment door slid open, and Harry looked up, half-expecting it to be one of the Weasleys, but it was Neville Longbottom, who looked a little flustered, holding his toad, Trevor. "Oh, sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt," Neville muttered, his face turning slightly pink.
"No, it’s fine," Harry replied quickly, trying to force a smile. "Have you seen Ron or any of the Weasleys?"
Neville shook his head. "Not yet. I thought I might have seen them further down the train, but I got a little lost. Can I sit here?"
Before Harry could respond, the door slid open again, and Hermione Granger stepped in, carrying a stack of books and looking rather flustered. "Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to barge in," she said, looking at Harry with a warm smile. "I’m Hermione Granger, and you are?"
Harry blinked, momentarily confused by the question. "Uh, I’m Harry Potter."
Hermione’s eyes widened with recognition, and she quickly apologized, her cheeks pinking slightly. "Oh, of course! Sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking. I’ve heard all about you—"
The door slid shut with a soft click, and the three of them settled into the compartment together. Harry tried to focus on the conversation, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Ron, wondering why he hadn’t turned up yet.