Forever Glow in Mark Wailer 's point of view (A Harry Potter Fan fiction)

Chapter 3- Platform 9 3/4

     The celebration was over and now it was time to go to school. I looked through my stuff to make sure it was all there before I left. My Mom had been saying how I would be a perfect Hufflepuff, but my Dad disagreed he thought I had better Gryffindor qualities. I'm not sure why, he's probably just rooting for his house, but my Mom could be right.

     I threw on a pale yellow turtleneck and put on some black dress pants. Skittles rested on my shoulder putting softly. Gregory mumbled silently in his cage. And the harp was unusually quiet, a disturbing silence. I decided to leave the room before it could get to me.

     My Mom was downstairs in the garden, picking some flowers for me to give to Professor Sprout the Herbology teacher. She looked at me with a smile and flowers in her hand, but that smile quickly turned to a frown. She peered at the side of my shirt and whipped out her wand. Her hands made a swirl with the wand and she said, "Reparo!"

     A hidden hole in my shirt was no more; the fabric was now woven back together. She wove her wand around once more and without saying anything a base filled with water tied in a yellow ribbon flew in from the kitchen.

     "Now, make sure these Lilly's get to Sprout okay." She said handing the flowers to me.

     " I will. "

     "Ok, upstairs there is a broom in a golden box. It's a portkey, when you touch it you will spin around a lot so try to keep your stomach . "

     "Okay, Mom, love you." She kissed me on the forehead.

     "Love you too."

     I ran upstairs as fast as I could and grabbed my bags and Gregory. Skittles came back to my shoulder. I went down the.hall and entered a room filled with portkeys to all over the place. The golden box was easy to find due to all of the colour-less portkeys that were just lying around. The room around me started to swirl and in seconds I wasn't even at home anymore I was in a dirty room with sopping wet mops and buckets full of dirty water. I was in a janitors closet. I found the door and left the room. Outside the door there was hundreds of people walking to a lot of different trains. Brick beams lined up with numbers hanging off the side. Four of each number, I needed to get to the third 9 beam. Platform 9 3/4 to be exact.

     I walked along the numbers 6,6,6,6,7,7,7,7,8,8,8,8,9,9, and finally,9 3/4. I looked to make sure no muggles were watching and ran through the beam. I came out in an entirely different train station the one beam in the place read

9 3/4 Hogwarts Express

I walked closer to the train then heard my name. I knew the voice immediately, it was Ivy Whitmore from Flourish and Blotts. She was spinning and skipping her way towards me, when she was in front of me she moved her windswept hair out of her face. She looked at me.

     "Would you like to share a cab with us?" She asked pointing at Ivana and herself.

     Surprised by the weird welcome I let out a nervous " Suuuure. " 

     "Yesssss!!" She exclaimed. "Get your trolley."I

     I took my trolley to the train and handed it to a conductor. The train's whistle rang, signaling 5 minutes until departure.

     Ivy, Ivana, and I were ready to go, but right as we tried to enter the train there was a loud, "WAIT! WAIT!" We turned around to see a small boy running at us with all of his luggage . He crashed into us and sent us down.

     "I'm sorry. " He said getting up.

     "It's okay." Ivan said, helping us all up and helping him with his books. She put her hand out. "I'm Ivana Sallow. This is Ivy Whitmore and this is Mark Wailer. " she gestured to us.

     "I'm Zucker." He said.

     " Zucker What? "  Ivana asked.

     "Zucker Zucker, pleased to meet you." A wide smile spread across his face. "I know, it's kind of funny but it's fun to fool people with."

     Ivy laughed along with Zucker and patted him on the shoulder. I thought he was going to be a good friend.

     "Would you like to join us in our cab?"

     "Would you like to join us in our cab? " Ivy and I asked at the same time. We looked each other in the eyes for a couple of seconds and then helped Zucker with his stuff on to the train.

     The four of us laughed happily together, Snacking on Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans and licorice wands. We talked about muggle music, muggle books, and the year we were about to have.

*Thank You To Ivy Whitmore .go read her story

• Forever Glow (Ivy Whitmore's pov)