The silver trio

Kings Cross

I wake up quite early and open my emerald curtains.
I rub my eyes and look out across the hill that our house stands on.
We don't have many neighbours but there is a house a few metres apart on each side of it. All three houses stand alone, very tall and very big but our neighbouring houses are considerably bigger then ours. Mum always says it's because we have no need for extra space since I am an only child. Dad always says "Big houses have big mouths to feed". I used to take this statement quite literally and imagine a secret gaping hole somewhere in the house that my dad would shovel cauldron cakes and pumpkin pasties into. Of course now I know what he means, big houses cost a lot of money.

It's a clear day out and I can see the sun peeking out from one of the few clouds in the sky. I smile happily knowing today is the day I finally get to go to Hogwarts. I'm suddenly filled with a rush of panic and excitement. I should start getting ready, after all Dad will probably make us leave far too early. As he always does.

I change into a soft cotton jumper in a dark red colour and some black ripped jeans that match my hair. I then ask Mum if she will braid my hair for me into two sleek french braids. I sigh as little baby hairs pull themselves out of the perfectly plaited braids. Oh well.
"I hate when my hair does that".
My mother stands behind me smoothing them down. She's wearing her new travelling robes.
"I think you look lovely either way. They frame your face beautifully. Anyways who are you trying to impress?" She smiles as if she knows something.
"You're absolutely relentless".
"Relentless". I turn to see Dad enter the room all dressed up and ready to go.
"That's a big word for an eleven year old"
"Dad I'm not a baby anymore. Im a first year"
"Oh yes that's right. My little girl is so grown up"
He pretends to cry dramatically. I roll my eyes.
"Everything packed (Y/N)?" Mum asks.
"Yes. Robes, books, quills, owl..",Dad begins.
"Owl?" I say confused.
"Oh I almost forgot!", he says excitedly.
He almost runs out of my room and goes to collect something. He returns holding a cage. Inside the cage is a midnight black owl with piercing blue eyes and one white feather, almost like a lick of paint.
"Dad! Merlins beard!".
I run over to him and hug him tightly.
"I love you so much!".
"Well don't get too happy kid. This owl here means you have no excuse to not write to us every day" he grins.
"Well not every day dear, every week will do just fine" Mum says hurriedly.
"Speak for yourself", Dad says.
"I for one expect handwritten letters off you once a day at 12pm sharp".
We laugh and I take my owl.
"It's a she by the way".
I pet her gently and she nuzzles against my hand.
"I'm going to name her Misty". I look at her and it almost seems like shes nodding ever so slightly, accepting her new name.
"Alright folks I think we better head off if we want to be there in time" Dad suggests and starts picking up my trunk.
"Off we go" Mum says and I take one last meaningful look at my room and close the door tightly shut.

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We arrive at kings cross station and I push my trolley with all my stuff on it . It's so heavy I stop for a minute but I insisted on pushing it to prove to Dad how independent I am. I don't really care whether he thinks I am or not but I get the feeling Dad is anxious about me going away from home and I want to reassure him in some way that I will be fine.
"Need any help with that?".
I turn around and see a tall ginger boy with deep brown eyes, he looks a lot older then me, maybe two or three years. Suddenly another ginger boy pops out of nowhere startling me. They are identical twins.
"Oh am thank you but I'm fine" I say flustered. I've never really talked to anyone that wasn't my own age before, apart from my family of course.
"I'm Fred", The first boy announces.
"And I'm George" the second boy grins.
"Fred and George Weasley, third years" they say in unison.
"Oh I'm (Y/N) I'm starting first year", I blush suddenly embarrassed of how young I am compared to them.
"Ah wicked! You'll be starting with our little brother Ron then".
They point towards a short, bright red haired boy who looks similar to them in many ways but also completely different. His eyes are ocean blue and he's fiddling with his trolley trying to un jam one of the wheels.
"Bloody hell. Why do I always get the dodgy stuff?" he says without looking up at me.
"Because you're the youngest. We all had our turn", George says happily.
"Well we'll be off then" George says.
"See you around (Y/N). If anyone gives you any trouble let us know. We're in Griffyndor by the way." Fred says and suddenly vanishes through the brick wall.
"And more importantly. Let us know if anyone gives our Ron here any trouble", George winks and I laugh. Then before I know it both of the Weasley twins are gone.
I look and see mom and dad chatting to a Ginger woman wearing a woolly hat and scarf. Her cheeks are flushed and she has a sincere warm face.
I look over at the boy called Ron and he blushes.
"Hello. I'm Ronald Weasley. Uh well, no I'm not Ronald, I'm Ron. Well technically I am Ronald but everyone just calls me Ron", he sticks his hand out for me to shake and it's covered in dirt from the wheel of his trolley.
"Oh sorry", his cheeks flush bright red and he wipes it quickly off his brown trouser pocket leaving a charcoal imprint of his hand.
I laugh and he smiles relaxing.
"Did your Dad make you come early too?" he questions.
"Yes he did sadly", I giggle and I turn to see another boy walking over. He has messy brown hair and circular glasses. I catch a glimpse of a scar peeking out from beneath his hair. It's in the shape of a lightning bolt. How peculiar.
He looks us up and down examining my owl and I notice he has one too. A white owl with black speckles.

He shuffles over to us awkwardly.
"Um excuse me. Would you know how to get onto the platform 9 3/4?".
"Oh you're a wizard too! Great. I'm Ron and this is um" Ron looks at me realising he has no idea who I am.
"(Y/N) (L/N)", I say shaking Harry's hand.
"And you are?", Says Ron gaining a bit of confidence.
"I'm Harry. Harry Potter"x
Ron's eyes widen and his mouth falls open like he's seen a ghost.
"Merlins beard! You're Harry Potter? As in THE Harry Potter".
"Um yes" he says looking slightly confused.
I'm just as confused as Harry is.
"Why do you act so surprised Ron?".
He looks at me with the expression still plastered on his face. "He's THE Harry Potter. Do you not know who he is?" He asks gobsmacked.
"No. Should I?"
"Are you a muggle born? That would explain it. Harry's like a legend. I always believed it was true but you know no one could know for sure. Except for now of course".
"I'm actually a pureblood. I wonder why my parents never mentioned him before" I say looking over at them and making eye contact with Mum who beckons me over.
"I'm a pureblood too. And you Harry?".
"Um. I think I'm a halfblood? I'm not quite sure".
"Oh right yes your parents", Ron shuts up as soon as he's said that. Harry seems unsurprised.
"Sorry I didn't mean it like that. Anyways I'm glad to meet you Harry. And you (Y/N)."
"I still don't know how to get through to the platform", Harry says.
"Me neither" I add.
"Oh yes, we'll watch Mum do it and then I'll go and then you'll get the hang of it. You basically just run through. Do it fast if you're nervous, that's what Mum says".
"Hey Ron. Could you maybe save a seat for me on the train", Harry asks. He looks at me and smiles.
"And (Y/N). I'd like the hear more about what you know about me".
"Yes alright, I'll get us a carriage" Ron looks chuffed.

We watch as Ms Weasley makes her way through the platform. She turns to us to see us all watching.
"Are you alright Ronald?" She says in a concerned voice.
"Yes we're fine Mum. Would you mind showing my friends how to get through to the platform".
Friends. Ron used the word friends. I've made my first friends here at hogwarts and I haven't even got there yet.
She smiles at us both warmly.
"Ah yes. Don't be nervous dearies it's all very quick. Best do it in a bit of a run if your nervous".
We both look at Ron and laugh.
And before we know it Ms.Weasley is gone through the platform.
Ron goes after her and Harry goes next.
"See you on the train (Y/N)", he grins.
I smile and watch as Harry disappears.
Suddenly I'm running and with a quick flash I'm suddenly standing on platform 9 and 3/4s.
I look up and see the most magical train I have ever seen. It's the Hogwarts express train in its bright red glory. I smile. think I'm going to be just fine when I get to Hogwarts.