Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Harry Potter series. That credit goes to the brilliant mind of J.K. Rowling. Go Jo! I also do not some of the material used. Again that belongs to Jo and Warner Brothers.
What You Want to See
Chapter 1 Dreaming
Ronald Weasley was tossing and turning in his bed at the Leaky Cauldron. School would be starting today and he, Percy, Ginny, Fred, and George had just gotten their school supplies the other day. Hermione Granger was also with the Weasley family. Their best friend, Harry Potter, should have arrived sometime in the night. The door to Ron's door cracked opened. The light flickered on and the figure approached his bed.
"Ron… Ronald," the voice yelled.
He sat up at rubbed his eyes.
"I'm up… I'm up," Ron yawned.
When his eyes met the person's eyes, he gasped and pulled the covers up. The figure standing in front of him was that of Hermione.
"Bloody hell, Hermione. Don't ever do that again," Ron snapped.
It was somewhat hard to look at her. If only she knew Ron's true feelings for her. He fancied her. The problem… he doubted she had the same feelings for him. The dream had been, in fact, about her. Hermione rolled her eyes and turned around. Ron slowly pulled the covers back down.
"Harry should be here soon, so get dressed," Hermione said.
His head hit the pillow as Hermione began walking towards the door.
"By the way, have you seen Crookshanks anywhere?" she asked, turning back around.
"No," Ron moaned.
She put her hands on her hips.
"Get up," Hermione snapped.
He closed his eyes and ran his hand through his flaming ginger hair. When he opened his eyes, Hermione was still looking his way.
"Do you mind?" Ron asked.
She crossed he arms and turned around. As he began to get dressed, Ron saw the cat and his rat run pass the door.
"Scabbers," he yelled.
Ron quickly pulled his shirt on, threw on a jacket, and began to run after his rat. Hermione had Crookshanks in her arms by the time Ron grabbed Scabbers.
"You know this is all your fault, don't you?" Ron asked.
"My fault?" Hermione yelled.
"Yes, yours. You should've been keeping a closer eye on him," Ron snarled.
Inside, Ron was getting sick. He didn't know what else to do to mask his feelings. He could have easily blamed the cat, but blaming Hermione was the first thing that came to him. Harry then appeared from the staircase. Ron's eyes grew as their eyes met.
"Harry," he gasped.
Harry had a smile on his face. It was good to see his friends again, even if it was to the sound of them bickering. Hermione turned to Harry and smiled back.
"Harry," Hermione smiled.
Mrs. Weasley came walking up to the trio with a smile on her face.
"Oh good, you're all up. Time for breakfast," she said.
"It's good to see you again, Harry," Mr. Weasley said.
"You too, Mr. Weasley," Harry smiled.
Ron began walking behind Hermione to sit, but then turned around and sat next to Harry on the opposite side. It normally wouldn't have bothered him to sit next to her, but he was still thinking about the dream. Let's just say it wasn't as bad as it sounds. Come on, their only thirteen.
"Harry, look at this," Ron said, pushing a newspaper clipping in front of him. It was a picture of the Weasley family in Egypt.
"How was it?" Harry asked.
"It was amazing," Ron said.
When Harry looked up, his eyes met Ginny's. She quickly looked back down at her food.
"Remember now, dears, the train leaves at eleven," Mrs. Weasley said.
Fred and George then came up began Ron, scaring him to death. Harry and Hermione gave a little chuckle.
"Bloody hell, guys," Ron gasped.
"Hey, Ron, what were you dreaming about last night?" George asked.
"Yeah, you kept George and me up all night with the noise you were making," Fred said.
Harry and Hermione looked at each for a second. Arthur had overheard this.
"Had a bad dream last night, son?" Mr. Weasley asked.
"Yeah, Dad… it was just a nightmare," Ron said, looking down at his food.
"Harry, mind if I have a word with you?" Mr. Weasley asked.
"Not at all," he said.
They walked over to an empty side of the bar so no one could hear.
"I'm not supposed to be telling you this, Harry. But I think it is best that I do," Mr. Weasley.
He was contently looking over his shoulder, making sure no one, especially Mrs. Wealsey, was listening.
"This is about Sirius Black, isn't it?" Harry asked.
Arthur looked down and nodded.
"What do you know about him?" he asked.
"Just that he escaped from Azkaban," Harry told him.
"He escaped to come after you," Mr. Weasely said. "Harry, I don't want you going after him."
"Why would I want to if he wants to kill me?" he asked.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione now were on the Hogwarts Express. Ron was paying attention to his rat, trying not to look or think about Hermione. Once he got the dream out of his head, then maybe he could handle looking at Hermione again.
"How was your holiday, Harry?" Hermione asked.
Ron gave a slight glance towards Hermione, but then looked at Harry.
"How do you think a summer with the Dursleys went?" Harry asked sourly.
"They're still not treating you right?" Hermione sighed.
"They never will. I'll always be considered a freak to them," Harry said.
"Don't say that, Harry. Things can change," Hermione assured him.
"I still think blowing up your aunt was brilliant," Ron said.
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Honestly, Ronald. Let's come in here," she said.
They walked into a compartment that was holding a man in dirty robes. He appeared to be sleeping. Harry took the seat next to the sleeping man, leaving Ron and Hermione to share the opposite seats.
"You've heard of that wizard that's escaped form Azkaban?" Harry asked.
"Yes, Sirius Black. Why?" Hermione wondered.
"I think he's after me," Harry said in a low voice, still not sure if the man next to him was really sleeping.
"Sirius Black has escaped from Azkaban to come after you?" Ron asked.
"That's what I got out of my conversation with you dad," Harry said.
For the first time since they got on the train, Ron and Hermione looked at each other. Ron then turned his attention to the man in front of him.
"Hope that one isn't listening. Who is he anyway?" he asked.
"Professor R. J. Lupin," Hermione said.
"You know everything. How is it that she knows everything?" Ron asked, looking at Harry.
"It's on his trunk, Ronald," Hermione sighed.
She was clearly annoyed by his comment as she pointed to the trunk.
"Oh…" Ron began.
He then looked out the train window. These feelings for the girl sitting next to him had developed over the summer. He then turned back around as the compartment door opened.
"Heard your family came into some money during summer holiday, Weasley," Draco said.
Ron ignored him and looked back out the window.
"Shove it, Malfoy," Hermione said.
"Don't dare talk to me you Mudblood," Draco snapped.
That did it for Ron. He pulled his wand out and pointed it straight at Draco.
"Get out of here, Malfoy," Ron commanded.
Harry and Hermione looked at each other, surprised at Ron's reaction. Draco then saw the man sitting at the corner and looked back at Ron.
"This isn't the end," he said.
Hope I'm doing well for my first Harry Potter fanfic!