It was decided that Hagrid would pick Harry up to bring him to Diagon alley. I had to keep unknown. I didn't know if he even knew I existed. He knew, right? He must know. I mean, the dursley's must have told him about me. All I knew, is when he walked into the leaky cauldron, he looked like he was feeling pain.
I walk up to him. His face lit up.
I never got to talk to him until the Hogwarts express. It wasn't the best case scenario, but it's better than waiting another 12 years.
I run my trolley through the large barrier between the 2 platforms. The crowded streets of muggles turns to mothers of students telling their children not to forget to bundle up in the winter, and to stay out of trouble until Christmas. I wait for my Mum and Dad to run through. I hug and kiss them goodbye briefly, so I can get a good seat. I shout that I'll promise to write, while running to make sure that I don't miss the train.
I see that Percy has already saved a compartment for us to sit. I sit next to him. He was the one who helped me around Hogwarts, and we've been friends ever since.
I sit down, and he says that he saw Harry had already gotten on the train. I tell him to save my seat, while I try to find him.
I walk up and down the corridor of the train, and pass one compartment, and see Ron. I stop to say hi, and I see Harry. I hold my breath, and open the compartment door.
"Oh, hi violet."
I say. I'd come to stay with Percy earlier this summer for a couple days, and met his family. Now, the Weasly's are my home away from home.
"I just wanted to say hi."
"Who's your friend?"
"Harry, this is Violet, Percy's friend."
He says, raising his eyebrows at harry when he says, "friend"
They both laugh.
"Ha ha, very funny."
I say. I have to give the kids a break. Their 12. I would have done the same thing.
"Well, nice to meet you Harry."
I say, walking slowly away from the compartment
"Wait... Messy hair, scar on your forehead, Harry Potter?!"
"Yes, that's my name."
"Well, I hope I'll see you both at school."
I say, hoping Ron get's the hint. He knows that I'm a potter. So do all of the Weasly's. I hope that I'll see Harry again. Maybe I can help him with potions homework or something.
I walk through the corridor, to the front of the train, and I hear the loudspeaker say,
"5 minutes until train departure, please find a seat"
I open the door to the compartment, and sit down in my seat next to Percy. I open up the cage of my owl, Ember, the tall snowy white owl with a red bow in her hair, I keep it on to tell her apart from the other owls.
Ember sits on the other bench, ruffling through her feathers, as Percy and I talk, share gobs every-flavor beans. He always eats the earwax ones, so I don't have to.
We arrive at Hogwarts in what seems like 5 minutes, and I ride in a cart pulled by horses made of bones. I don't know what they are, but I know that they're weird.
At the sorting, Harry and Ron are sorted into Gryffindor, and I can now sleep at night, knowing I'll be able to see Harry more often.
He seemed to like Hogwarts. I hope I'm right. But I still haven't told him the truth about our family. The truth about me. Not only being Harry's friend, but being his sister. I need to tell him soon, but when I have no clue.