A Weasley Tale
This is my first story on here, so don't be too hard on me :)
And, before you ask, I KNOW Harry and Hermione and all of those are two years younger than Fred and George, but, as it's my story, I'll make it how I like >:]
I was so excited when I received my Hogwarts acception letter, and mum was so proud.
It was my eleventh birthday and mum was just about to cut my birthday cake, which was shaped likea pile of broomsticks (I loved to fly), when an owl had swooped in through an open window, and landed on the table right next to my cake.
My grandmother had screamed, making me giggle, as mum took the letter from the owl.
"Oh, sweetheart!" she exclaimed, glancing down at me.
"What mummy, what is it?" I was excited.
"You've been accepted into Hogwarts! I mean, I always knew you would, but it's still a nice birthday touch."
"Can I see it, can I mummy, please?"
Mum laughed a little and carefully handed me my letter.
School started tomorrow and I already had a whole stomach full of butterflies.
Of course, I had friends who would be going too, but each and every one of us was nervous. What would it be like there? Were the teachers really mean? What about the other students? Would they be nice? All these questions kept running through my mind, making me even more paranoid.
"Bella, sweetie, you have to finish packing. Hurry up and finish your tea," mum called from the living room. I knew she was talking to a man in the fire. I had always wondered who he was, because she never went two days without talking to him. And when we, meaning my sister Claire and I, came into the room, she would start shouting things about how she needed her privacy.
I quickly wolfed down my scrambled eggs and raced upstairs, only to find Claire there already. We shared a room, you see.
It was a big room, with one side of it covered in pink, and the other covered with all sorts of different colors. The colorful side was mine.
"Hey sis," said Claire, looking up from the book she was reading; 'Hogwarts: A History'. She was only reading it because she wanted to be more prepared than me. But what really annoyed me most, was that she wasn't starting at Hogwarts until next year!
"Hey," I smiled and stepped over the mess on my side of the room to fetch my trunk from the corner.
"You know, you've left it a bit late to start packing. Mother thinks you started a week ago."
"Yeah, well. I don't really care. I'm doing it now and that's good enough for me."
"You're such a procrastinator," How did she even know what that word meant?!
"And you're such a prat. Go back to your reading," I huffed, tearing shirts out of my wardrobe and chucking them in my trunk.
"Hurry up, we're going to be late!" Mum sounded really stressed, so I quickened my pace.
We were making our way up King's Cross Station towards platform 9 3/4 and I had to run to keep up with mother, as she was in a mad dash because it was 10:50am, and the train left at 11:00am. I had to idea if I was going to get through the barrier; all mum had ever said was that I was supposed to run through it, but I didn't know how!
"Mum, how do I get through?" I panted.
"Honey please, I'm concentrating."
"On what?!"
"Shut up, I'm remembering where to go! It's been so long since I've been to the express!"
"Sheesh, sorry."
"Okay, Claire. You go first. Just run up to the barrier and you'll go straight through it."
Or course, Claire had no doubt whatsoever that it would work, so she took a small run-up and disappeared through the barrier.
"Alright, you next," said mum, sounding even more stressed than a second before.
I started toward the barrier, but a bright orange color caught the corner of my eye. I turned my head a little and saw a whole family of gingers (red-heads) walking to exactly where I was.
"Come on sweetheart, we really can't afford to be any later than we already are!"
I groaned, and pushed my trolley full of belongings straight at the barrier.
My heart skipped a beat a split second before I ran into it, but I needn't have worried; when I opened my eyes, I was standing on a big platform with a sign hanging just above my head saying '9 3/4'.
It was my eleventh birthday and mum was just about to cut my birthday cake, which was shaped likea pile of broomsticks (I loved to fly), when an owl had swooped in through an open window, and landed on the table right next to my cake.
My grandmother had screamed, making me giggle, as mum took the letter from the owl.
"Oh, sweetheart!" she exclaimed, glancing down at me.
"What mummy, what is it?" I was excited.
"You've been accepted into Hogwarts! I mean, I always knew you would, but it's still a nice birthday touch."
"Can I see it, can I mummy, please?"
Mum laughed a little and carefully handed me my letter.
School started tomorrow and I already had a whole stomach full of butterflies.
Of course, I had friends who would be going too, but each and every one of us was nervous. What would it be like there? Were the teachers really mean? What about the other students? Would they be nice? All these questions kept running through my mind, making me even more paranoid.
"Bella, sweetie, you have to finish packing. Hurry up and finish your tea," mum called from the living room. I knew she was talking to a man in the fire. I had always wondered who he was, because she never went two days without talking to him. And when we, meaning my sister Claire and I, came into the room, she would start shouting things about how she needed her privacy.
I quickly wolfed down my scrambled eggs and raced upstairs, only to find Claire there already. We shared a room, you see.
It was a big room, with one side of it covered in pink, and the other covered with all sorts of different colors. The colorful side was mine.
"Hey sis," said Claire, looking up from the book she was reading; 'Hogwarts: A History'. She was only reading it because she wanted to be more prepared than me. But what really annoyed me most, was that she wasn't starting at Hogwarts until next year!
"Hey," I smiled and stepped over the mess on my side of the room to fetch my trunk from the corner.
"You know, you've left it a bit late to start packing. Mother thinks you started a week ago."
"Yeah, well. I don't really care. I'm doing it now and that's good enough for me."
"You're such a procrastinator," How did she even know what that word meant?!
"And you're such a prat. Go back to your reading," I huffed, tearing shirts out of my wardrobe and chucking them in my trunk.
"Hurry up, we're going to be late!" Mum sounded really stressed, so I quickened my pace.
We were making our way up King's Cross Station towards platform 9 3/4 and I had to run to keep up with mother, as she was in a mad dash because it was 10:50am, and the train left at 11:00am. I had to idea if I was going to get through the barrier; all mum had ever said was that I was supposed to run through it, but I didn't know how!
"Mum, how do I get through?" I panted.
"Honey please, I'm concentrating."
"On what?!"
"Shut up, I'm remembering where to go! It's been so long since I've been to the express!"
"Sheesh, sorry."
"Okay, Claire. You go first. Just run up to the barrier and you'll go straight through it."
Or course, Claire had no doubt whatsoever that it would work, so she took a small run-up and disappeared through the barrier.
"Alright, you next," said mum, sounding even more stressed than a second before.
I started toward the barrier, but a bright orange color caught the corner of my eye. I turned my head a little and saw a whole family of gingers (red-heads) walking to exactly where I was.
"Come on sweetheart, we really can't afford to be any later than we already are!"
I groaned, and pushed my trolley full of belongings straight at the barrier.
My heart skipped a beat a split second before I ran into it, but I needn't have worried; when I opened my eyes, I was standing on a big platform with a sign hanging just above my head saying '9 3/4'.
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Please do continue writing :D
I shall do just that! :3
More please!