September 1st, I grinned as I realised today was the day I was going to Hogwarts, glancing around my room, I let my eyes land on my locket and I grabbed it before dashing down stairs, still in my PJs. My cousin, Ron was running down the stairs too and when we reached each other, we swapped grins before hugging each other and running again.
"Morning you two," Aunt Molly greeted cheerfully before she turned to look at us, "Problem?"
"We go to Hogwarts today!" I yelled happily as I jumped around excitedly, I was giggling like a mad woman before my other cousins, Fred and George walked in and started jumping around with me.
"Woo!" Fred yelled happily. "Why are we happy?"
"I'm going to Hogwarts!" I told him, flinging my arms around the older boy making him laugh and swing me around. I was literally tossed to George who did the same. "And I get to prank people, and argue with the loser side of my family! It's gonna be awesome!"
"Mummy," the little voice of my only younger cousin, Ginny asked, "Can I come to the platform today?"
"Course you can honey," Molly replied sweetly as Ginny's hand gripped on to mine. "Now, breakfast before we go."
"-packed with Muggles of course..." Molly complained as we tracked through Kings Cross towards the wall we had to pass through to get to the platform.
Rolling my eyes, I paused for a second to push my waist length, blood red, hair over my shoulder, but caught sight of a lost looking guy, with a Hogwarts trunk and owl. "Hi!" I called cheerfully, walking over to him with my trunk. "You need some help?"
"Uh, yeah," he nodded tentatively.
"Follow me," I grinned at him before taking off after Molly and the others.
"Now, what's the platform number?" Molly asked us.
"Nine and three quarters," Ginny piped up, "Mum, can't I go...?"
"You're not old enough, Ginny, now be quiet," Molly told her firmly, "All right, Percy, you go first."
Percy, my other cousin, marched towards the barrier and slinked through the wall easily. "Fred, you next," Molly carried on.
"I'm not Fred, I'm George," he replied, though it was obviously Fred, "Honestly woman, call yourself our mother? Can't you tell I'm George?"
"Sorry, George dear," Molly sighed as I grinned widely.
"Only Joking," he laughed before marching to the barrier, "I am Fred." George took off after him quick too.
"Hold on a sec Ron," I called before gesturing to Harry, "This guy wants to know how to get on."
"Hullo," Molly greeted friendly, "First time at Hogwarts?" the boy nodded "Ron and Sarah are new too."
"Could you tell me how to..." he started nervously.
"How to get on to the platform?" Molly asked, "All you need to do is walk straight at the brier between platforms nine and ten. Don't stop and don't be scared."
"Best off with a run if you're nervous," I suggested with a friendly smile. "Go before Ron."
"Er – okay," he nodded before pushing his trolley round and towards the platform. Just before he went through, he turned and caught my eye letting me flash him a bright smile.
"You next Ron," Molly told him...
It wasn't long before we were stood on the Platform. Me, Ron, Ginny and Aunt Molly. "Fred, George, you there?" Molly called.
"Coming mum!" Fred called back before I saw them hop off the train and jog over to us.
"Ron you've got something on your nose," I commented making Molly pull out a handkerchief and try to rub the dirt off. Rob tried to jerk out of her way but she grabbed his cheeks and held him still.
"Mum gerroff," he wriggled away before shooting me a glare.
"Aah, has ickle Ronnie got somefink on his nose?" George teased as I chuckled evilly.
"Shut up," he grumbled at us.
"Where's Percy?" Molly asked me, since I was the observant one.
"There," I nodded as he walked in to sigh, heading towards us. He already had his robes on, with the shiny silver prefect badge clearly visible.
"Can't stay long mother," he announced, "I'm up front, the Prefects have got two compartments to themselves..."
"Oh, are you a Prefect Percy?" I gushed, "You should have said something, we had no idea!"
"Hang on," Fred interrupted, "I think I remember him saying something about it."
"Once..." George added.
"Or twice..." Fred continued.
"A minute..." I laughed.
"All summer," we all finished together with a laugh.
"Oh shut up you three," he snapped at us.
"How comes Percy gets new robes anyway?" Fred asked.
"Because he's a prefect," Molly replied proudly. "Alright, dear, well have a good term – send me an owl when you get there."
She kissed Percy's cheek and he left letting her turn to the twins. I grinned, waiting for it. "Now you two – this year, you behave yourselves." She told them sternly, "If I get one more owl telling me you've – blown up a toilet or..."
"Blown up a toilet?" Fred asked, "We've never blown up a toilet."
"Great idea though, mum," George grinned as I giggled softly.
"It's not funny, and look after these two," she snapped.
"Don't worry ickle Ronniekins and Popsicle are safe with us," they said together as Fred pulled me into his side.
"Shut up," Ron groaned again. He was already as tall as the twins and his nose was still pink from where Molly attacked it.
"Hey, guess what? Guess who we just met on the train?" Fred smirked, looking pointedly at me.
"You know that black-haired boy that you were talking to before?" George asked me making me nod, "Know who he is?"
"Who?" I asked curiously.
"HARRY POTTER!" they replied together making me snap around to look at where they'd been. Memories of the stories Uncle Arthur had told me, flooding into my head... images of the pictures I'd been given over the years.
"Oh mum, can I go on the train and see him?" Ginny begged, "Please!"
"You're already seen him Ginny," I told her making them look at me, the spark in my eye had dimmed, "And he's just a regular guy anyways, not something for you to look at like in a zoo."
"How'd you know?" Molly asked Fred.
"Saw his scar, as him." He replied, "It's really there – like lightening."
"Poor dear – no wonder he's alone. I wondered," Molly carried on as I looked at the floor sadly, my hand gripping my locket. "He was ever so polite when he asked. Sarah, are you okay honey?"
"Huh?" I asked looking up at her my eyes shining with unshed tears, "I'm fine."
"Are you sure?" she started.
"Uhm," I muttered with a sigh before kissing her cheek, "I'm gonna go talk to him. He won't know anything about his parents, and well... I know stuff."
"Okay dear," she nodded before letting me run off.
"Um, Harry right?" I asked walking into his compartment, "We met before? I'm Sarah Prewitt."
"Nice to meet you," he smiled softly as I sat opposite him.
"I know you're gonna think I'm a weirdo but... our parents were friends," I told him making his head snap up. "And well, I was wondering if you wanted me to tell you anything. I've heard stories and stuff."
"Uhm," he started, his voice cracking, "How'd they know each other?"
"Well, my mum was best friends with your dad," I replied, "and when he got with your mum they got close too."
I reached into my trunk and pulled out my photo album before sitting next to him, "You look just like him," I smiled softly, opening it to a page where the four of our parents were stood together. My mum was on my dad's back as Lily and James cuddled next to them.
Harry ran a hand over the picture as they waved up at us; tears flooded my eyes as I looked at the two smiling couples. "You look just like your mum," he told me with a small smile making me look up at him, "except the hair of course."
I laughed lightly, "I'm really glad I met you," I told him honestly, "I've always wanted to."
"I'm glad I met you too," he replied before he pulled me into a hug... I got over my shock easily and I hugged him back.
"SARAH!" Ron gasped as he walked in, "Can I sit with you?"
"Course," I laughed, pulling away from Harry but staying next to him. "You want to keep hold of that to look through it?"
"Please?" Harry asked making me nod and smile brightly. He put it in his trunk and thanked me. Ron sat down and stayed quiet, looking at Harry before looking out the window.
"Hey Popsicle, Ron," George grinned when the two of them walked in, "Listen we're gonna go down the middle of the train – Lee Jordan's got a giant tarantula down there."
"Right," Ron mumbled.
"Kay," I nodded slightly.
"Harry," Fred grinned, "Did we introduce ourselves? Fred and George Weasley, and these are Ron, our brother and Sarah our cousin. See you later!"
"Bye!" we called together as the twins left, sliding the door shut behind them.
"Are you really Harry Potter?" Ron asked suddenly making me hold in a laugh as Harry nodded. "Oh well – I thought it was one of Fred and George's jokes. Have you really got the uhm, you know..."
He pointed at Harry's forehead and the boy grinned before pulling his fringe back to reveal the lightning bolt scar we'd heard so much about. I bit my lip as I looked him over. "So that's where he..." I started.
"Yeah," he nodded, "But I can't remember it."
"Nothing?" Ron asked eagerly.
"Well there was a lot of green light," he shrugged, "but that's it."
"Wow," Ron muttered making me roll my eyes... after he realised he was staring he turned to look outside again. I caught Harry's eye and mouthed sorry.
"So are all your family wizards?" Harry asked us, breaking the awkwardness.
"Yeah I think so," Ron replied.
"We've got a second cousin who's an accountant," I corrected, "But we don't really talk about him much."
"So you both must know loads of magic already?" he asked, I shrugged slightly.
"I heard you went to live with Muggles," I smiled at him, "What're they like?"
"Horrible," he replied simply, "Well, not all of them, just my Aunt, Uncle and Cousin. Wish I had three wizard brothers."
"Five," Ron corrected gloomily, "I'm the sixth in the family to go to Hogwarts. You could say I've got a lot..."
I tuned him out; I'd heard this rant so many times in the past few weeks that it was getting irritating. He pulled Scabbers the rat out of his robes and I glared at it making it squeak and move away from me quickly. "Stop scaring him," Ron groaned.
"It's not my fault your damn rat's a freak," I replied, "I hate it; it freaks me out with its beady little eyes and its sharp teeth."
"Anyway," Ron glared at me before looking at Harry again, "Percy got an owl for making Prefect, but they couldn't aff- I got Scabbers." I rolled my eyes at Ron being ashamed of not having money... I didn't have any either, well until I turned seventeen and got all my parents money anyways.
Harry decided to tell us that until a month ago, he hadn't had any money. He had to wear his cousin's old clothes that were too big for him and he had never gotten a birthday present. I frowned slightly at this one, "And until Hagrid told me, I didn't know anything about being a wizard or about my parents or Voldemort..." Ron gasped making me roll my eyes.
"What?" Harry asked.
"Ignore him," I replied, "You said Voldemort and people don't say it 'cause they're scared."
"I'm not trying to be brave or anything, saying it," he replied, "I just never knew you shouldn't. See what I mean? I've got loads to learn... I bet," he paused, "I bet I'm the worst in the class."
"Have you met me?" I laughed, "I'm awful in school situations, you're gonna be fine."
"Yeah, there are loads of people from Muggle backgrounds," Ron told him, "They all learn quickly enough."
We fell into a companionable silence after that, I sat back in my seat, feet up on the opposite one as I looked at the pictures in my locket. One was my dad and his twin brother Fabian and Aunt Molly and the other was my mum with her two brothers, Sirius and Regulus. Biting my lip, I snapped it closed and noticed that Ron was giving me his usual 'brotherly' look.
"You okay?" he asked gently, catching Harry's attention, the boy looked up at me too.
"Yeah," I lied, as my hand closed around the locket, I looked at the floor.
"Sarah..." Ron started.
"I'm fine Ron," I snapped looking up at him forcing tears back, "I can't be upset about it, I didn't know them!"
With that I got up and stormed out of the compartment and down the train, it didn't take long to find Fred and George. "Sup Popsicle?" Fred asked as I walked in, they were with their friend Lee who I'd met once before and another guy too.
I shook my head and sat down in between the two, "Your brother's being pushy again," I replied leaning my head against his shoulder, he wrapped his arms around my shoulders as George held my hand.
So maybe it was selfish, but the twins knew as well as I did that I only went to them for comfort because my dad and his brother were twins. The guys even had their middle names named after the two, Fred Gideon Weasley and George Fabian Weasley... they were the closest I had to my real dad and godfather.
"Did he ask again?" George asked, making me nod slightly before taking a breath and smiling.
"Hi Lee," I smiled at him before looking at the other guy, "I'm Sarah Prewitt."
"Oliver Wood," he replied in an amazing Scottish accent. "Nice to meet you heard lots about you."
"Good things?" I asked tentatively.
"From these two?" Lee asked with a laugh making me laugh too and lean my head against Fred's shoulder again.
"Um, excuse me," a chubby boy was stood at the door, "Have you seen a toad?"
"Sorry?" I shook my head, the boys copied.
"Thanks anyway," he sighed before walking out, I watched with a sad look as he walked away.
I sat with the four older guys for a little while, chatting and eating sweets and such, but after a while I sighed. "I should go say sorry," I muttered, standing up and stretching. "Save me a seat at the Gryffindor table."
"But you might not be Gryffindor," Lee started.
"You don't know me at all do you Lee?" I laughed before leaving.
When I got to the Compartment, I saw that three new people were in there, well two new people and my other cousin. "Sup Drake?" I asked sitting next to Harry, he glared at me.
"Why am I not surprised you're with this blood traitor too?" he sneered at Harry, "I'd be careful if I were you, Potter. Unless you're a bit politer you'll go the same way as your parents. They didn't know what was good for them either. You hand around with riff-raff like the Weasleys, that Hagrid and this whore it'll rub off on you."
I glared dangerously as we got to our feet, he smirked at the glint in my eyes, "Heard a story about your parents a few weeks ago Sarah," he told me, "Might want to ask 'Aunty Molly' who killed your mum and dad."
I could feel the tears building up in my eyes, I already knew who'd killed them, but it was a saw spot. "Say it again," Ron growled.
"Oh, you're gonna fight us are you?" Draco smirked.
"Unless you get out now," Harry confirmed as my fist clenched at my side.
"But we don't feel like leaving, do we boys?" he smirked wider, "We've eaten all our food, and you still seem to have some."
One of the big guys moved for some of the leftover sweets, but Ron lunged at him... before he could get the guy though, he'd let out an agonising yell, I smirked at the sight of Scabbers hanging off his finger. "Maybe that rat isn't as bad as I thought," I commented with a laugh.
After he'd gotten the rat off, the three boys bailed, Draco shooting me a final glare as he did. But then a bushy haired girl turned up with an exasperated look. "What has been going on here?" she asked loudly.
"And you are?" I asked her, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm Hermione Granger," she replied snippily, "You?"
"Sarah Prewitt," I replied holding a hand out for her to shake, she accepted it. Ron noticed her now though.
"Can we help you?" He asked her sounding annoyed.
"You'd better hurry up and put your robes on," she replied, mostly to me, "I've just been up front to ask the driver and he says were nearly there."
"Nice one," I nodded as I pulled my stuff from my trunk, I put it on over my clothes for now though, since we didn't have to wear the actual uniform till tomorrow.
"You haven't been fighting have you?" she asked us worriedly, "You'll be in trouble before we even get there."
"Scabbers has been fighting, not us," Ron replied.
"Alright," she sighed, "I only came in here because people are running around like children. You've got dirt on your nose by the way, just there." She pointed at her own nose in indication.