"Can I have one too? Please! Please! Please!" a twelve-year-old Ginny Weasley asked.
Ron rolled his eyes. "No, Ginny! Get your own!"
"But Mummy said that you had to share!"
"Just give her some, Ron," Hermione said. She had been hanging out with the two in Diagon Alley, and was smart enough to know not to cause any unnecessary trouble with Ginny.
Ron rolled his eyes, "Fine, here."
Ginny swallowed the Berttie Bott's Every Flavored Bean, she gagged. "Ugh! Gross! You did that on purpose!" she accused.
"You gave me a vomit flavored one!"
"I'm leaving," Hermione said, having had enough. These Weasley-quibbles never ended well.
The two didn't seem to notice. And if they did, they did not care. "Did NOT! How was I supossed to know what flavor it was?" Ron demanded angrily. His face was bright red now, matching his hair almost perfectly.
"The colour!" she hesitated, then added, "Duh!"
"Well, maybe YOU should've checked before you stuffed your face!" he retorted.
What happened next was the very last thing the two youngsters would have predicted. Suddenly, without explanation, a young boy, no older than twelve years of age, popped out of nowhere. "Oh, man, I forgot my suitcase!" he muttered.
Then, just as quickly as he came into view, the boy dissapeared.
He reappered, holding a bag.
The wizards just stood there. Dumb-struck.
The boy, looked a bit ill this time around. He seemed to be having trouble standing up properly. He staggered, and fell back.
There was a moment of awkward silence.
"That was . . . odd."
"Yeah, I'm going to go see if he's okay."
"Ron, he's underage, and apperating!"
"Sweet! I have to know how he got away with that!"
Ginny rolled her eyes. Ron was so immature at times. They walked over to the boy. He had dark silky hair, and olive skin. He looked around eleven or twelve years old.
He blinked a couple of times and opened his eyes.
He scrambled back in alarm. "What in the name of Hades-" he saw them, "AHH!" he said.
"AHH!" said Ron.
"AHH!" said Ginny.
"AHH!" the three of them said together.
"Who are you?" the boy demanded.
"I'm Ginny," Ginny said, "are you alright?"
"That was bloody awesome!" Ron said, "how did you learn to apparate? You're underage! Wow, if I ever tried to do that, my mum would have the ministry on faster than I could say-"
"Apparating?" the boy asked, pulling out a canteen from his bag and taking a sip.
They didn't seem to hear him. "Are you SURE you're alright?" Ginny asked.
"Uh..." he waved his hand in front of their faces, "you did not see me apparate...I walked out of that shop, remember?"
"Um...no," Ron said. What was trying to do?
"You sure? Positive you don't feel...uh, confused? Or, like I didn't pop out of thin air?"
"Darn it," he muttered. "Well..." he said, slowly getting up, "I gotta go...umm...bye." he tried to get up, but fell down again.
"You're not going anywhere for a while," Ginny said.
"Oh, for gods' sake, would you let me go?"
"But you're hurt!"
"I'm fine," the boy said, taking another sip, then something hit him. "Wait a minute, how is it normal to see people walking out of thin air?"
The Weasleys exchanged looks of bewilderment. "What do you mean? Don't you parents apparate?"
"Oh, so you're a mugggle born?"
"Um...sure..." he didn't sound so sure. He was sweating now, as he took another sip of the canteen, he looked pained. "I think that's enough," he muttered.
There was an awkward moment of silence.
"I've gotta go now," the boy said. He wearily stood up, slowly at first, then broke into a run.
"There you are!" Percy Weasley exclaimed. "We've been looking all over for you!"
"We're sorry, mum."
Just come on, if you want to catch the train." Percy looked at his two siblings in disgust. If only they were as mature and clever as himself.
Ron rolled his eyes, but did not want to cause any trouble. "Sure, coming," he said. But Ginny, however, just stood there; she was staring in the direction the boy ran.
"Ginny, let's go!"
"What?" she seemed to have just woken up from a trance. "Oh, yeah, sure, coming!"
She looked back once more, then followed after her brothers, forgetting all about the strange boy.
Like most of my stories, this takes place in an AU book #3 of Harry Potter.
In Percy Jackson, it's after BOL and before TLO, obviously an AU.
Review, I don't mind critism,
Just no flames please!