Author's note: So I was rereading the first book and this idea just randomly came to me. It's basically going to be a series of one-shots about the other students in Harry's year getting their Hogwarts letters. This is going to be my first multichap fic so hopefully I'll remember to update and stuff. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

Letters from Hogwarts.

Mr R. Weasley.

“Why can’t I have new robes for Hogwarts? The twins got new robes and new wands! It’s not fair!”

Ron could feel his mother growing angrier and angrier but he continued nonetheless. She was being completely unreasonable, making him go to Hogwarts with hand-me-downs. He would be a laughing stock.

“I never have anything new.” He began, but even as the words were uttered his mum whipped around.

“You should be grateful you have anything at all, the way you’re acting. Fred and George aren’t the same build as you; they wouldn’t fit in Bill’s old robes.”

Ron folded his arms stubbornly.

“That doesn’t mean I couldn’t have new ones!”

“Ronald Weasley, listen to yourself. Bill’s robes are perfectly good and you know we can’t afford to buy you new robes. I’m very sorry but there’s nothing we can do about it.”

“What about the wand? When we went with Fred and George to get their wands Ollivander said that the wand has to choose the owner, or it won’t work so well. Why do I get stuck with Charlie’s old wand?”

His mum sighed in exasperation and turned back to the pots on the stove.

“You know why, Ron. Can you go and find Ginny and tell her to come in, it looks like it might rain.”

It was the signal that the argument had finished. Ron glared at the back of his mum’s head before the final blow.

“I hate being poor.”

He turned around and went to find Ginny, who looked suspiciously muddy and almost as if she had been flying. But she didn’t have a broom so she couldn’t have been.

“Mum says to come in, that it’s going to rain soon.” He told her.

She nodded and jumped up to walk back to the house with him.

“It’s so unfair.” Ron confided, feeling the need for some sisterly comfort. “I never get anything new, and now I’m going to Hogwarts with Bill’s old robes and Charlie’s old wand... I’ll never have any friends there.”

Ginny said nothing. Ron glanced at her, and suddenly realised that she looked sad.

“What’s wrong?” He asked after the silence had become too long.

“I wish I was going to Hogwarts.” She said quietly. She turned and looked at him. “You’re being selfish, you know. Complaining about not getting anything new. At least you’re not going to be on your own this year.”

And with that she turned and stormed off to the house.

“I don’t know why we’re getting everything ready for Ron to go to Hogwarts.”

Ron didn’t reply. He wanted to see where Fred was going with this train of thought. As always, it seemed that George already knew.

“He hasn’t even got his letter.”

“How do we know...”

“That he’s even got in?”

“He could be a squib.”

“For all we know.”

“Don’t call you’re brother a squib Fred, and of course Ron is going to get into Hogwarts. He’s a Weasley.” Their Mum put the breakfast on the table as she scolded the twins. Ron glared at them and they mocked his glare back. Ginny looked slightly pleased at that idea so he glared at her too. She stuck her tongue out at him.

“Mum!” Percy yelled suddenly, pointing out the window. There was a large owl carrying a huge parcel flying towards their house. “They must be our Hogwarts letters!”

Ron suddenly felt sick. What if Fred and George were right and he hadn’t got in? Fred and George carried on eating their breakfast, but Ron was too nervous to eat right now. Percy wasn’t eating either; he was following the owl’s progress out of the window. Ron laughed quietly to himself. Percy’s letter would say whether or not he had been made a prefect, as he had been constantly reminding them all summer.

The owl dropped the large package on the table. It contained a number of Hogwarts letters. The first one was addressed to Mr P. Weasley; the second addressed to Mr G. Weasley; the third addressed to Mr F. Weasley and there was a fourth! Ron breathed a sigh of relief and eagerly grabbed his letter from the trembling Percy.

Mr R. Weasley,

The Room-Below-the-Attic,

The Burrow,

Ottery St. Catchpole.

He didn’t really take much noticepast the first line: Dear Mr Weasley, We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He had never been all that good at concentrating much.

Percy jumped up excitedly. George groaned. Ginny looked over at the twins and giggled.

“You’re a prefect.” Fred said flatly.

Percy actually looked surprised. Ron was feeling so relieved that he could not help but laugh at his brother’s face. Percy glared at him but any retaliation was thankfully stopped by the arrival of their Dad.

“Ah, Hogwarts letters.” He said as he sat down next to Ginny.

“I’maprefect.” Percy said quickly before any could say anything else.

Their Dad looked questioningly at him. Ron glanced at Ginny and tried not to laugh.

“I’m a prefect.” Percy repeated. Ron watched his Dad’s face light up and decided to throw his news in before it got overshadowed.

“I got my Hogwarts letter.”

“Well, I think a celebration is in order, don’t you dear?”

A joint celebration. Ron made an attempt to smile as his Dad and Percy began to discuss a present for becoming a prefect. Ginny made a sympathetic face and the twins pretended to be sick into their bowls. It was a joint celebration, but it was really Percy’s celebration. For once in his life, though, he didn’t say anything. It was unfair... but like Ginny had said, at least he had Hogwarts to look forward to.