The Ties That Bind Them || Oc x Oc

NOT A WEASLEY

***Side note: Even though Eleanore "Annie" Potter is not a Weasley (obviously), she will still call them her family, despite being adopted by them.*** 

I am not a Weasley. 

That was clear enough, especially with my ordinary looks. Instead of the infamous, fiery-red hair the rest of the Weasleys had, I had dark-brown, wavy hair, along with dark brown eyes like my deceased father. I had a lightning bolt-shaped scar on the inside of my fist; small, but fairly noticeable. 

The rest of my family and I were heading towards Platform 9 3/4s. It was mine and Ron's first time going. Ginny was the last to go, which would be next year. She was extremely pouty about it, looking grumpy the entire car ride there, and while we were on the platform. 

"Packed with Muggles every year," Mrs. Weasley complained loudly. She huffed before turning to the eldest. Ron and I glanced at each other. "Percy, you first." 

He did as he was told. He ran straight through the barrier. Mrs. Weasley then turned to face the twins, Fred and George. 

"Alright, Fred. You're next." 

"He's not Fred, I am," George interrupted, pretending to look full of disbelief. 

"Honestly, woman," Fred added, "you call yourself our mother." 

"Oh," said Mrs. Weasley as she shook her head. "Sorry, George." 

Fred smirked and strode straight forward, looking confident. He paused when he got level with his mother, grinning like a stupid idiot. 

"Only joking! I am Fred."

Mrs. Weasley looked frustrated as Fred rushed through the invisible platform with George following him. Mrs Weasley let out a huff of disappointment. She began to open her mouth to speak to Ron and me, but a new, timid voice interrupted them. 

"E-Excuse me?" I looked over her shoulder to see that a boy our age coming towards them. He looked shy. I couldn't help but notice that his hair was as dark as mine. His skin color was practically the same as mine. The only thing different about us were our eyes. He wore rounded glasses. And I could very distinctly see the same scar she had, but it was on her forehead instead. "Could you please tell me how to . . . how to . . . .?"

He fumbled over his words. My mother smiled kindly at him. 

"How to get onto the platform?" The boy nodded, looking relieved. It was then that his eyes flickered towards me. He looked as though he'd almost done a double-take, but he quickly recovered. He kept his eyes trained on mine for a second longer before paying attention Mrs. Weasley again. "Not to worry, dear. It's Annie's and Ron's first time to Hogwarts, as well. Now, all you have to do is walk straight through platforms nine and ten. Best to do it at a run if you're nervous." 

"Good luck." 

The words came out of my mouth before I could stop them. The boy gave me a curious look. I pressed her lips together, mentally scolding herself for speaking aloud. Ron shot me a curious look, too, as though trying to figure out our communication. 

I didn't say anything. We waited for the boy to get through before me, Ron, Ginny, and Mrs. Weasley went through, too. The twins helped me and Ron load up our stuff into one of the luggage compartments before going to say goodbye to Mrs. Weasley, and one last pep-talk before we left. 

As if Mrs. Weasley hadn't been lecturing us all summer. 

"Now, listen to me," said Mrs. Weasley, her voice firm. She glared at us, particularly the mischievous redheaded twins. "I want the four of you to behave this year. if I receive another owl saying that you've done something stupid such as blowing up a toilet —"