Harry followed the family of redheads through the barrier and onto the platform. As he pushed his trolley towards the train he tried to figure out how to get it onto the train. He bent down and hoisted one end of the trunk onto the train and then made to lift the other end. That didn't prove as easy though and the end he had sat onto the train started to fall. Moments before it crashed into the ground someone caught it; "Need a hand there?" a boy questioned.

"Yea, thanks. It was heavier than I thought it would be." Harry admitted and the boy motioned for Harry to life the end he had.

"No problem, I was a first year last year myself." the boy nodded.

"Mark? Where did you go?" A woman hollered and the boy sat the trunk down and leaned out of the train.

"I'm right here, mom." Mark yelled back.

"Your Dad has to leave soon." the woman reminded and Mark nodded.

"I'll be right there." Mark called back.

"Go ahead Mark, I can help from here." an older girl dressed in robes with a blue and silver tie assured the boy.

"Thanks. It was nice to meet you by the way; the name's Marcus Belby, but everyone calls me Mark. Hope to see you in Ravenclaw." Mark relayed as he jumped off the train and headed back towards his family.

"So, how about we find you a compartment, then?" the girl suggested.

"Ok, thanks." Harry agreed as the girl picked up the end and started to walk down the train.

"My name's Penelope Clearwater, you're a first year right?" Penelope probed glancing into the different compartments as they passed.

"Nice to meet you, my name's Harry Potter; yea it's my first year." Harry answered and Penelope stopped for a moment.

"Harry Potter?" Penelope muttered.

"Yea, I'm just a normal first year though. I didn't even know I was a wizard for a long time and now that I do...well I'd like to just try and fit in here in the world I belong in." Harry admitted and Penelope smiled.

"I can understand that. A lot of people won't agree with you on that I'm afraid. The thing they need to remember though is not only were you a baby then...you're still just a kid now." Penelope agreed.

"May I make that point when people try and pressure me to be someone I'm not?" Harry grinned and Penelope chuckled.

"You may. You're different than I thought you would be. I was expecting someone more spoiled to be honest." Penelope admitted.

"At least you weren't expecting a super hero. I'm convinced whatever happened had a lot to do with my Mom and even if I did something...I can't remember it. If people want to be my friend or if I later make my way into another book, I want it to be for something I remember doing." Harry concluded and Penny opened a compartment door helping Harry hoist it up onto an overhead rack.

"I agree with Marcus; you'd make a fine addition to Ravenclaw. Just leave your trunk here when the train stops. House elves will get it and deliver it to whichever house you're sorted into." Penelope advised before turning to leave.

"Thanks, Penelope." Harry called and she stopped to look back.

"Anytime; just make sure to stay young for as long as you can." Penelope instructed as she headed back to her family.

Harry hadn't been sitting in his compartment long when there was a knock at the door and two identical red heads from before popped in.

"Hey mate, everywhere else is sort of full. Would it be ok if..." one of the red heads started only to be interrupted by a younger red head.

"I can ask; would it be alright if I rode in here?" the younger boy inquired.

"Sure." Harry nodded and the older boys hoisted the trunk onto the rack across from Harry.

"We're heading to go find Lee. If you need anything just call for us, ok?" one of the red heads insisted.

"Ok." the younger boy mumbled and the one brother walked out whlie the other paused and looked over at the younger one.

"We'll be back later to check in." he smiled and walked out.

"I'll be ok." the younger boy called after but the twins were already gone. the younger boy huffed and then looked back up to notice the black headed boy watching him.

"Sorry about that; they still think I'm a little kid." the younger boy groaned and the boy looked at him a moment.

"You are." Harry stated offhand and the younger boy's face started to turn red.

"I don't mean it in the sense of maturity or anything like that; I just mean they're you're old brothers, so to them you'll always be a kid. It's just because they care about you and want to protect you." Harry elaborated and the younger boy stared a moment before responding.

"You think so?" the younger boy probed.

"I do; are you the youngest in your family?" Harry inquired curiously.

"The youngest boy, but I have a younger sister that will be coming here next year." the younger boy relayed.

"And you'll be protective of her, right? You'll want to make sure no one hurts her and that she's happy and fitting in?" Harry pressed.

"Of course she's my sister. I..." the younger boy answered and then trailed off looking away.

"I think that's what it's like with your older brothers, they just need to make sure you're ok and don't know how to let you know that." Harry concluded.

"I guess you're right; I could do worse. It just sometimes get hard being the youngest boy. What ever I do at Hogwarts at least one of my older brothers has already done. I have three other older brothers." the younger boy explained and Harry nodded thoughtfully.

"People will be expecting a lot out of me to for something that I had no control over. You want to know my motto on it? Just be yourself, have fun, follow your interests, and whatever you do will be more than enough." Harry advised.

The younger boy looked up at that and smiled, "You seem alright mate, my name's Ronald Weasley by the way, but you can call me Ron." Ron grinned holding out his hand.

"I'm Harry...Harry Potter." Harry smiled back shaking Ron's hand.

"Harry Potter?" Ron muttered and Harry wondered if everyone would react like this.