Disclaimer: I wish I made all this stuff up, but I
didn’t. I’m just grateful someone did,
so I could have fun playing in the world made up by J.K. Rowling. I’m getting no money from this.
A/N: I don’t
know if it’s canon, but my Arthur Weasley wears glasses. I’ve always envisioned him with glasses. So, in my stories, he does. Hope it doesn’t
rub anyone the wrong way.
Many thanks once again go to my wonderful beta-reader,
One: Journey to
“Don’t worry, Arthur,” George
Weasley was saying, “We’ll get you to Hogwarts all right, and everything will
Arthur nodded at his older
brother, his blue eyes wide behind his overlarge glasses. He wasn’t entirely convinced everything would
be fine, and he was so nervous he couldn’t speak.
Never had he been so far away
from home before, or had so far yet to go.
This week had been full of strange and unusual things—he had, of course,
been to Diagon Alley many times before, but never to buy things for himself, never getting a wand of his own.
There wasn’t too much to buy, for he was handed down many of the things
he needed, but all the same, it was for him.
He was grateful that George let him sit in the Prefects’ compartment on
the train, though beside his tall, fifth year brother, he felt very small
indeed. He managed to choke down the
lunch his mother had made for him, and it sat there in his stomach like a
stone. He sighed quietly. I’m just another Weasley boy, he
thought morosely. Just
the last Weasley boy.
His mother had always
reassured him that he was special, and his father always let him do things he
felt were important for Arthur to try, but it didn’t change the fact that he
was the youngest, and that he was tiny.
Even today, his feet barely touched the floor of the compartment as he
sat. It also didn’t help that the old
man at the second-hand robe shop had sold his harried mother robes that were
too long, saying “Don’t worry, they’ll ride up with wear,” and his mother
hadn’t had time to hem them before he’d left for the train. They reached to the floor, and he was
constantly tripping over the hem. Arthur
pulled his feet up on the seat and leaned his head wearily against the window.
He hadn’t even realized he
had fallen asleep until the loud whistle woke him up. “Wake up, Arthur,” George said, shaking his
shoulder gently. “We’re here.” Arthur
tried to get up, but his feet got entangled in his robes and he fell on his
face. George didn’t say anything, but
helped him up, brushing his robes off.
“Don’t worry about your things, Arthur--they’ll be in your room when you
Arthur nodded anxiously and
followed his brother off the train, careful not to trip on his robes.
A huge man with a short,
bushy brown beard was calling, “Firs’ years!
Firs’ years over here!” He was the biggest person Arthur had ever
“That’s Hagrid,” George told
Arthur. “He’s Ogg’s
apprentice. He’ll take you across to
Hogwarts. I’ve told him about you. Go on, Arthur.”
He nodded anxiously and fell
in step with the other kids in his year, hanging towards the back of the group. He was glad to see that the others looked
almost as nervous as he did. Still, when
he went to step into the last boat, he stepped on the hem of his robes and
nearly fell into the lake, but Hagrid grabbed the back of his robes and held
him upright. “All righ’, there, Arthur?”
“Y-yes…I’m fine,” Arthur said
timidly. Hagrid lifted him up by his
collar and deposited him in the boat, and Arthur could feel his ears turning
red with humiliation.
“Hi,” said a small voice
beside him, “I’m Molly Dixon. What’s
Arthur looked in the
direction of the voice, which came out of a small girl with hair every bit as
red as his own. “I-I’m Arthur Weasley.”
She smiled, and he thought
she had a very pretty smile indeed. “I’m
glad to meet you. I’m dreadfully
nervous, aren’t you?” She was playing
with the hem of her robe’s sleeve.
“I know I’m talking a lot,
but when I’m nervous, I talk a lot. I’ll
try to stop if you like, I know I’ve been driving people mad the whole way
right if you want to talk. I don’t
mind,” Arthur said bashfully. He rather
liked the sound of her voice, and the way her big brown eyes sparkled when she
“Oh…good.” She grinned at
him. “Where are you from?”
“Oh, then you must have been
to Diagon Alley loads of times before, but I just went there for the first time
last week. I’m the first one of us to go
to Hogwarts, I’m from near Godric’s Hollow. It was so wonderful when I got my wand…cedar
and unicorn hair, ten inches long. I’m
so glad I got an aromatic wood, it just smells so…homey, don’t
you think? Well, I’d never seen so many
witches and wizards in one place in my life…”
She paused and looked at him.
Arthur was sitting there looking at her with his head leaning on his
hand. “Are you sure I’m not
“No…no, go ahead. I like to listen to you talk.”
Molly blushed. “Oh…okay.
I live on a farm, and we have twenty sheep, sixteen chickens, five pigs
and one cow. Oh…I also have four
sisters. One set of twins.”
Arthur grinned back at
her. “I have five brothers.”
“Oh, then you have a big
family too! Are you the oldest?”
“No, I’m the youngest.”
“There’s five years between
me and my younger sister…I had to take care of everybody, ‘cause
Mum was sick a lot…I don’t know what I’m going to do without four others to
take care of…”
“Hey, Dixon, why don’t you shut it?” said a cranky voice from the
front of the boat. A sour-faced girl with
pale hair turned around to look at the two students disdainfully. “You’ve been prattling on since London, and I’m sick of your blather!”
Molly bit her lip and was
quiet, but Arthur shouted, “You can’t tell us what to do! If she wants to talk, she can bloody well do
it as far as I’m concerned!” Arthur felt
the back of his neck and ears get hot.
“Oh, you must be a
Weasley…one look at the state of your robes tells me that,” she replied
scornfully. She looked Molly up and
down. “You two look like you’re made
for each other.” She rolled her eyes and
faced the front again.
Arthur shook his head and
looked over at Molly. She was trying
very hard to keep from crying.
“Don’t you mind her. She’s a
Malfoy. One look at her sour expression
will tell you that,” he whispered.
Molly snorted. “Thanks for sticking up for me. I…haven’t had much experience with…true
rudeness before.” She managed to smile,
and he smiled back.
“I…I hope we’re in the same House,”
Arthur whispered, blushing furiously.
“I hope so too,” Molly
whispered back, then fell silent, evidently too nervous even to continue
Arthur’s brothers had tried
very hard to describe the Great Hall to him, but their best words could not do
the place justice. Tripping over his
robes, he could hardly keep his eyes from the ceiling. Looking over, he saw that Molly was likewise
struck speechless, and she was looking up with her mouth slightly open. He was momentarily distracted from the
ceiling by the sparkle in her bright brown eyes. She
seemed to sense that he was looking at her and looked over at him and grinned.
The Sorting Hat lay on a
stool in the front of the Great Hall.
Arthur felt very nervous about trying it on in front of all the other
students. He glanced over at Molly, and her
eyes were very wide.
Then the Sorting Hat began to
sing, but as Arthur was extremely nervous, he could barely attend to the
song. He only knew the song was over
when the applause began. Everyone in the
Hall clapped, and then a tall witch, looking very stern and strict, began to
call out names:
One by one, the students
tried on the Hat, which thought for a while, and announced which House each
student would be in. Arthur saw comprehension dawn on Molly’s face, and she
visibly relaxed, for she had looked rather terrified. The sour-faced girl whispered something to
her, though, and Molly bit her lip and moved away.
Arthur saw Molly swallow
hard, then she straightened herself and went up to the chair and slid into it
shyly. The Sorting Hat came down over
her head, and five seconds later, it shouted, “GRYFFINDOR!” It was taken off her head and she walked,
rather dizzily, to the Gryffindor table, sitting next to his brother George,
and across from his brother Fred.
It seemed a small eternity
before the Deputy Headmistress called, “Weasley, Arthur.” He went up to the chair, tripping on his
robes again, and sat in the seat, his ears and neck a brilliant shade of
“Ah,” said the Sorting Hat, “Something
simple for a change…another Weasley for…GRYFFINDOR!”
Relieved that the ordeal was
over, Arthur made his way over to the Gryffindor table, where, he was happy to
see, George had saved a place for him, right between him and Molly. He collapsed into his seat and sighed in
Molly leaned over and said,
“Your brother here said you’d probably be coming, and he was right.”
“All of the Weasleys end up
in Gryffindor…I guess it’s tradition.”
She nodded, and then dropped
her voice to a whisper: “If you come to see
me tomorrow, I’ll hem those robes for you.
You can’t be tripping over them all year.”
“You can do that?”
“Of course. I’ll have them
shortened up for you quick as a wink.”
“Thank you,” he said
“What are friends for?” She
grinned at him.
Now the Headmaster of the
school, Albus Dumbledore, had gotten up to give his speech. He hadn’t been Headmaster long, and his long
hair and beard were just beginning to turn white. “Welcome, my children, to another year at
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
I know you are all most anxious to begin feasting, but before we do,
there are just a few announcements to be made.
“As usual, the forest outside
the school is strictly forbidden to students, and yes, that means you…”
The Headmaster seemed to look at his older brother Bertram, a seventh
year, who was (unsuccessfully) suppressing a smile. “For anyone who does not feel this pertains
to them, Mr. Pringle would like to make mention that the castle always needs
extra cleaning for those students anxious to learn…” It was a great relief to Arthur that
Dumbledore had done away with corporal punishment at Hogwarts, though he
understood that Mr. Pringle and his young apprentice, Argus Filch, sometimes
got a bit…overenthusiastic in their punishment of students. “And finally, as Professor Leona Lupin has
retired, we have a new Deputy Headmistress, as well as a new Head of Gryffindor
House, our Transfiguration Professor, Minerva McGonagall.”
The tall witch who had called
out their names to come to the Sorting Hat stood up, nodding and smiling briefly. Her dark hair was pulled back severely, and
Arthur earnestly hoped that she was a bit more lenient than she looked.
“And now,” the Headmaster
said, “Let’s eat!”
All at once, the food
appeared on the plates before them, and Molly jumped. “My goodness! How extraordinary!”
She didn’t move. Her eyes were
Arthur grinned and said,
“Aren’t you hungry?”
She nodded, and began
cautiously to eat. Arthur thought she
seemed a little out of sorts, and wondered if she’d been born to a Muggle
family. That, however, would not be a
polite thing to ask. And she seemed to
get a bit more comfortable as other girls in their year began to talk to her,
and his brothers joked with her. The boy
across from him, Kevin Moon, admitted openly that he was all-Muggle, and that
he just couldn’t quite believe all this had happened to him. He was a blond, round-faced boy with wide
hazel eyes, and he was looking around him like a sleeper in a dream. Another girl nodded vigorously, saying that
it was all like some kind of fairy tale, and Arthur soon found out that her
name was Anya Doolittle. Arthur seemed to talk more than he ever had
in his whole life, and for the first time, he realized that he needn’t be in
his brothers’ shadows…he could have friends his own age, and be exactly who he
Later, when they were full of
food and sleepy, the Prefects showed the first year students to their
dormitories. Arthur was nearly asleep on
his feet by the time he got to the Gryffindor common room. “What a grand place,” Molly said softly. Arthur only smiled at her, and then they said
good-night as they were led to their respective dormitories.
The five new Gryffindor boys
mumbled unintelligible greetings to one another, pulled on their pajamas and
went to bed. Arthur gazed up at the
ceiling of his four-poster bed, then closed his eyes contentedly and went to