The Girl Who Dared

PLATFORM NINE AND THREE -QUARTERS

Our last month with the Dursleys was far from fun. True Dudley was now scared of us and wouldn't stay in the same room when we were in for very long. Uncle Vernon never threw us back into the cupboard or forced us to do anything. Harry and I tended to keep to our little room or we would go to the local park. Harry would shut himself in the room more often than not. He would play with the owls. The snowy one was now called Hedwig. She was Harry's owl while the black one was mine and I named him Aspen. There would be days I know I was reading for hours on end learning about all I could. The first book I read was the potions book, second was A History of Magic. I was happy to be learning about our-selfs. We got lucky that Aunt Petunia didnt come in to the room to vacuum anymore, especially with how Aspen and Hedwig would bring back dead things to munch on.

It wasn't until the last day of the month when we had a full conversation with Uncle Vernon, and Aunt Petunia. We would need to be taken to Kings Cross station on September first. We decided to go to the living room were they both were sitting watching a quiz show on the television. Harry cleared his throat to let them know we needed to talk to them. Dudley on the other hand over reacted and ran out of the room screaming his head off.

" Uncle Vernon," Harry began as uncle Vernon grunted at him

" Er- We need to be at King's Cross tomorrow to- to go to Hogwarts." Uncle Vernon grunted again.

" Would it be all right if you gave me a lift? " Vernon grunted one last time as we took it for a yes before saying our thank yous before leaving the room. But Uncle Vernon had to add his smart remark about our culture.

" Funny way to get to a wizards school, the train. Magic carpets all got punctures, have they?" We didn't say anything.

Instead we went back to our shared room and prepared our trunks for tomorrows trip to Kings Cross Station. I checked my trunk one last time as I spotted my wand. I decided to pull it out and look at it. It was beautiful. Ollivanders words echoed in my mind.

" This wand chose a second owner"

Are wands not supposed to do that? I looked over at my brother. He was reading some sort of book we had picked up in Diagon Alley. I smiled seeing our animals in their cages. Before I knew it though I had fallen asleep, although when I awoke the following morning Harry was already up and dressed. I waited till he was out of the room before changing into an old grey shirt and baggy shorts. I combed my hair back into a ponytail and double checked I had everything before meeting Harry down stairs. The entire way Uncle Vernon was talking terribly about our kind and how we shouldn't exsist. I was appaled when he said something about my mother being an abomination. Although when I looked at Aunt Petunia I could see something was in her eyes. I wanted to say something but I knew I shouldn't it would make things ten times worse than they already were. It wasn't until we arrived and they left us at the station that I felt relieved to be away from them.

I knew Harry and I were confused and looked around for the platform we needed to be at. We even asked the ticket lady but she scoffed at us and asked where our parents were. It wasn't until we saw a plump woman who was talking to four boys, all with flaming red hair. Each of the boys pushing a cart with trunks similar to ours on them. They even had an owl with them. Before I knew it though Harry had wondered over to them and I groaned following him.

" Now, wha's the platform number? " Said the boys' mother.

" Nine and three-quarters!" Piped a small girl, also with red hair. She was clinging to her mothers hand. " Mum can't I go..."

" Your not old enough, Ginny, now be quiet. All right, Percy you go first."

What looked to be the oldest boy marched towards platforms nine and ten. I watched along side Harry careful not to blink in case I missed it- but just as the boy reached the dividing barrier between the two platforms, a large crowd of tourists came swarming in front of him and by the time the last backpack had cleared away, the boy had vanished.