Hiya! It's Jessie! I… erm… forgot about this story. It's not like I was getting many reviews anyways. But, I have decided that I will continue this. Mind you, I actually came up this idea way back when I was in elementary school. So I apologize if it has some random rough spots. I try my best.
Oh, I forgot this earlier. Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, but I do own my OCs.
The Train Ride
There were just too many places to sit. I came early, so I just picked any old empty compartment. Slowly more people started arriving, most of the kids already had friends, or siblings to ride with them. I felt a little pang, wishing that Alex could still be here with me. There was some commotion and then two identical boys about my age ripped open the compartment door and closed it quickly behind them.
"We made it, George, and he didn't catch us." one says to the other. Eyes closed, he falls on the seat across from me. The one called George turned and saw me. His eyes widened.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, you don't mind do you?" He asked, worried.
"Of course not, I was kinda of getting lonely. If you don't mind me asking, what were you running from?"
The other twin grins. "Our older brother, Percy. We switched his luggage before he left home. He's coming here with a ton of women's underwear." Both boys start laughing. "I'm Fred Weasley, first year" the other twin said.
"George Weasley, same" George said, while plopping down next to his brother. The train's whistle blows as it starts to pull away from Kings Cross Station.
"Alexa Potter, first year"
The boys eyes widen.
"Are you related to THE Harry Potter?" Fred asks.
"Umm, yeah. He's my little brother." Their eyes get even bigger. "Why, what's so special about him?"
"You don't know?" George asks, still shocked.
"Well, obviously, what's this all about?"
"Were you there the night you family was killed?" George asked, suddenly interested. I winced.
"Yeah. I was."
"Woah, so do you, like, have the scar?"
Fred rolled his eyes. "The same scar that your brother has."
"I hate to break it to you boys, but my brother has never had a scar. But I haven't seen him since the accident. For all I know, I guess he could have gotten one."
"It's a lightning bolt thing. On his forehead."
"No, I'm sorry."
The twins squint at me. "You barely even look like him."
"I'm sorry, my sister and I got my mother's hair, and father's eyes." I say, not even thinking about it. Until they asked: "Your sister?"
"Yeah, Alexandria. She was my twin… she died when we were eight."
"Oh," George says, looking uncomfortable. "I'm sorry."
All of a sudden, the compartment door is ripped open, and an older version of the twins storm in, holding some sort of fabric in his hands. "Where are my robes?" he shouts.
Fred, with the most innocent look on his face, asks "Are they not in your trunk, Percy?"
I try not to laugh.
"Well no! when I opened up I found a bunch of," he throws the bra at Fred, "those."
George gasps. "And what makes you have anything to do with this?"
"Because I know you two, that would be why."
"Well, it wasn't us. Now go bother someone else, can't you see we are in the company of a lady?" George gestures to me. I give a weak wave.
Percy scoffs, "Whatever. When I become Head Boy, I will get you two." And with that, he storms out. The boys erupt into fits of laughter, that don't calm down for a fair few minutes. The twins then tell me about their family, all of their siblings (which is quite a list). When asked, I explained no one had heard about me because I wasn't found when they went through the house.
After a while, the train eased to a stop. We all got off, and stare at the wondrous castle.
Yeah, I know, bad ending. I just wanted to get this chapter over with. But could you please review? Pretty please? Constructive criticism is accepted, but no flames. So…. Pretty please review?