Forging New Memories

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Parseltongue

'Thoughts'

Eleven year old Harry had finally found an empty compartment but had a problem. He was way too weak and short to lift his trunk up. He struggled for a few minutes before someone well actually two people came to his rescue.

"Would you like some help?" Harry turned to see two people standing in the doorway.

Harry nodded and the twins quickly helped. They lifted the trunk up and secured it.

"Thank you." Harry said softly.

"You're welcome." The twins responded before they gasped in shock when they noticed his scar.

"Is something wrong?" He asked them.

"No we forgot to give our baby sister something." Lied the twin on the left.

"Oh." Harry said as he sat down and stared out the window.

The twin shared a look and left the compartment. They saw how small and tiny he was. They knew that Harry Potter didn't have a good home life and they were going to tell their mum.

When they found their mum she was saying goodbye to Ron and Percy. She caught sight of them and called them over.

"Oh there you are boys I was wondering where you went off too." She said.

"Mum could we..."

"talk to you..."

"in private please?"

"Of course boys. Percy watch your brother and sister for a moment."

"Okay mum."

They walked away and Molly quickly put up a privacy ward.

"What did you need to talk to me about?"

"We were on the train when we passed a compartment." Fred began.

"There was a little and mum we mean little boy in there." George continued.

"He looked like he was 5 not 11."

"He did. He was struggling with his trunk so we offered to help."

"He accepted so we put the trunk away and secured it." Fred told her.

"His voice was very soft when he said thank you and he looked very thin."

"I wouldn't be surprised if a gust of wind knocked him over."

"Me either Forge. His bangs moved and that was when we saw the scar." George Said.

"It was Harry Potter and that wasn't his only scar mum." Fred said still horrified by them.

"He had another on his throat and one across his cheek."

"Oh that poor boy. I will inform the headmaster at once so that he can look into it." Molly said as she looked at the train. "I am proud of you boys."

"You are!?" They asked in shock.

"Yes I am. Instead of ignoring it you came and told me, so now I can get that boy some help. I am always proud of you even when I don't say it. I love the fact that while you too love to prank you never take it too far and you usually do it to make others laugh. I know that it hurts when I can't tell you apart and it makes me angry at myself for it but know that I always try and that I love you." She said. 'They look so much like my brothers it is hard for me not to cry.' She thought.

That caused the twins to tear up a bit and hug their mum. They always wanted to make their parents proud and they just did. It also helped to know that their mum tried to tell them apart.

"Now I want you to watch that boy on the train and while you are at school you hear?"

"Yes mum."

"Good now say goodbye to your sister and get on the train." Molly told them.

"Okay mum."

The hugged and kissed their sister goodbye and went back onto the train. They grabbed their friend Lee and explained to them what happened. He agreed, grabbed their trunks and together they went to the compartment that held Harry.

Harry looked up when the compartment door opened. It revealed the red haired twins who helped him a little bit ago and a boy with dreadlocks. He tilted his head and looked at them.

"Can we sit with you?" One of the twins asked.

Harry nodded and went back to looking out the window. They all sat across from him and then began to introduce themselves.

"I am Fredric Weasley but I go by Fred or Forge."

"I am George Weasley and I also go by Gred."

"I am Lee Jordan."

"It is a pleasure to meet you all I am Harry Potter." He tensed and waited for the reaction that always came with his name.

The others notice but ignored it. Instead they smiled at Harry.

"It is a pleasure to meet you also." They twins said at the same time.

"Pleasure to meet ya." Lee said a few seconds later.

Harry relaxed and turned back to the window and the other decided to talk about the classes they were taking. They didn't want to push Harry.

Meanwhile Molly had made it home and had Ginny go outside and play while she fire-called the headmaster. Molly just hoped that Harry Potter wasn't abused and hoped that it was something else that made him look the way that he did.

"Molly what is wrong?" Albus Dumbledore asked when he saw the worried look on her face.

"Oh Albus it is just horrible. Fred and George had asked to talk to me privately after they came back from putting away their trunks. They told me they had walked past a compartment and saw a small boy who looked to be five years old struggling with his trunk and offered assistance. They said that he thanked them in a soft voice and that was when they noticed a scar." She took a deep breath before she continued. "The boy was Harry Potter and that wasn't the only scar they noticed. He had one on his throat and one across his left cheek."

"Oh dear. I will look into it immediately." He said horrified.

"Good. My boys are going to look after him." She said.

"Alright. I have to go now Molly."

Molly nodded and the connection was cut. Albus went to the Dursley's house while Molly called Ginny in and began preparing lunch. All Molly could hope for was for that little boy be taken to a safe place. Now the only thing anyone could do was to wait.