Reborn As A Squib In Harry potter

"You didn't have to take me to the train station," Harry said as I helped him roll his trunk to the train. It didn't have much in it, thanks to the magical rucksack he was wearing, but there was enough to make it unwieldy. He was holding Hedwig's cage close to his chest, watching me closely.

"I don't mind," I told him. "I'm glad to see you off to school."

I personally thought it was fitting. Today, Harry would be starting his First Year of Hogwarts, and tomorrow I would be starting my last year of secondary education. It was fittingly thematic.

We got to Platforms 9 and 10 with time to spare, and before stepping through the arch to the other side, I leaned down to give him a hug.

"You'll be starting a new phase of your life, soon," I told Harry. "Meet new friends, have fun experiences, learn as much as you can, and most of all, be happy."

"Of course!" he said, holding back tears. "Will you say 'Hi' to Sam for me? I haven't seen him for a while."

"You just saw him this weekend," I chuckled. "And if I recall, you cried into his shirt."

Harry let out a 'humph!' and looked to the side to wipe his tears away.

"Remember, you can always send me a message with Hedwig," I told him. "Both Sam and I are only an owl away. And be sure to keep up your Occlumency training! I'll quiz you the next time I see you!"

Harry nodded his head, forced a smile onto his face, and then went off, stepping through the arch. I smiled as he left. I was happy for him. It was time for him to write his own story. Heh. Meta-humor!

Harry POV

Platform 9 and Three-Quarters was a bustling busy place, with the gleaming Hogwarts express standing tall in front of everyone. It was an incredible sight, and Harry stared at it with eyes wide. With giddy steps, he boarded the train, hefting his trunk up the steps and hurried into the corridor.

There were plenty of available compartments, and Harry found one occupied by two people, one of whom he already knew.

"Hey, Hermione!" Harry said happily, spotting the bushy-haired girl.

"Harry! Come on in! Sit with us!" she said excitedly. She then began to coo over Hedwig when she spotted the owl.

Hedwig preened under the attention like the prima donna she was, but Harry smiled at the sight regardless. Seeing Hedwig happy made him happy.

He then glanced at the somewhat dumpy brown-haired boy sitting in the compartment as well, who was staring at Harry – no, at his forehead.

"Oh! Where are my manners!" Hermione said with a laugh, looking away from Hedwig for a moment. "Harry, this is Neville Longbottom! We met on the platform and decided to ride together. Neville, this is Harry Potter."

She then noticed Neville's stare.

"Um, although, it seems you already know that, though," she said.

"Um, sorry, I didn't mean to stare," Neville said, looking away from Harry's scar in embarrassment.

Harry just gave a thin smile. "It's okay. I suppose I'll have to get used to it," he told the other boy.

The trio chatted for a while, waiting for the train to fill up with students. Eventually, the train whistle blared, and the wheels began to turn.

At the same time, the door opened, and a freckle-faced red-head looked in.

"Um, hey, do you mind if I join you?" he asked. "My brothers are with their friends, and I don't know anyone else here."

"Sure! Come on in!" Hermione said cheerfully, trying to be as nice as she could to another potential friend.

As he sat down, his eyes widened when he spotted Harry. "Wicked! You're Harry Potter!"

"Yeah," Harry said with a quiet nod.

"I'm Ron! Ron Weasley!" the red-head chirped in greeting.

Harry squinted at Ron, the name tickling a memory in his mind, and with a brief bout of Occlumency, he was able to pull up the specific one.

"Weasley? Do you know Edward?" Harry asked curiously, the name of the family having come up a couple times in Edward's rants about magical society. He recalled Edward speaking fondly of them, though, even if they were, as the older boy put it, 'drinking Dumbledore's Kool-aid.' Which Harry wasn't entirely sure the meaning of, but he felt it had to do with them being good people despite trusting the old man who'd abandoned him to the Dursleys.

"Edward?" Ron asked, tilting his head to the side. His eyes then widened. "Wait, do you mean Eddy?"

"Do you two both know Mr. Rose?" Hermione asked, looking between the two.

"He used to be my neighbor, and would babysit me and Gin when there wasn't anyone else to watch us," Ron said, still giving Harry a surprised look. "He was best friends with Fred and George and Percy, before they went to Hogwarts. Still is with Fred and George, come to think of it. Percy? Not so much."

"He's also my neighbor. Sort of," Harry said quietly.

"Really? You mean he's been living next to you all this time and he never told us?" Ron asked, pouting fiercely.

"He wasn't supposed to tell anyone," Harry said, quickly defending Edward.

Ron didn't seem to like that, but nodded in understanding all the same. Meanwhile, Neville's forehead had wrinkled in confusion.

"Who's Edward?"

"My friend," Harry said.

"Someone Harry knows," Hermione claimed at the same time, while Ron also said, "A squib."

"Squib?" Hermione then asked.

"A non-magical person born to magical parents," Harry helpfully reminded her.

"Oh, like the opposite of witches and wizards being born to muggle parents?" Hermione inquired. "I think I remember something about that."

"Yup," Ron nodded. "Eddy moved to London to live among the muggles."

"But, if he was your neighbor, doesn't that mean you were living in the muggle world?" Neville asked Harry, still somewhat confused.

"Yes, that's correct," Harry said. "My… mother's sister lives there."

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