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Platform 9 3/4

"Come on Potter, we don't want to miss the train."

"Hey Harry, help me?" Harry and I were dragging our luggage onto the train to Kings Cross. Harry nodded and helped lift my luggage into the overhead compartments. The three of us took our seats, receiving a plethora of odd glances. Yet, it's to be expected; for muggles don't see this on the daily. A young girl who looked to be around five years of age stared fearfully into the eyes of Hagrid. "What are you looking at," I sneered and the girl immediately averted her gaze.

"Ava, be nice," Harry reprimanded while holding back his own laugh. I rolled my eyes and playfully punched his arm.

After about an hour or so, the train came to a halt at our desired destination. After we exited the train, Hagrid pulled us to the side and began digging through his pockets. "What are you looking for?" I asked, but my question was soon answered when he pulled two tickets from his pocket.

"These are yer tickets fer the train," he said, handing us each a white ticket with a shiny golden brim. I grabbed my ticket from his large hands and eyed it curiously.

LONDON to HOGWARTS

For ONE WAY travel

Platform 9 ¾

"Hagrid, there must be a mistake," I said looking up at him. This platform didn't exist!

"Yeah," said Harry and we turned towards one another. "This says Platform 9 ¾. There's only Platforms nine and ten—!"

Hagrid was gone. He was just here only moments ago! "Er—I guess we'll have to figure it out." I shrugged and began looking up at the signs.

Eight... nine... ten... There should be another Platform between nine and ten but there isn't! Merlin, this is annoying.

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Thirty minutes passed and we still couldn't figure this out. It was already a quarter past ten and the train leaves at eleven! "Maybe we should ask someone," Harry suggested after a while.

I placed Mavy's cage on the cement and sighed. "No," I said, placing my foot down. "Harry, these are muggles! They're not going to know anything."

"Too bad." Harry dropped his belongings and Headwigs cage then headed to a worker. I groaned. This boy is dimmer than a fire being rained on...

"Excuse me sir?" He asked, using his best manners. "Do you know where we can find Platform 9 ¾?"

The man gave Harry a funny look. "You think yer funny, do ya?" He then rolled his eyes, turned around and walked in the opposite direction, mumbling something about kids these days.

"Well that went well," I said as Harry came back, sulking. We picked up our luggage and kept searching, hoping for a miracle. After a few more minutes, an idea came to my mind. "What if we split up and look for someone who may not be a muggle?"

Harry thought for a moment. "Alright, fine. But hopefully we both make it on... I'll go left and you go right, okay?"

I nodded and the both of us split up on our search for a non-muggle. After some time of searching, I looked up at the clock hanging upon a pillar. It was three quarters past ten... I was beginning to lose all hope when I heard something that caught my attention.

"Stop it Draco!" A shrill and cold voice scolded. "It's almost eleven and we mustn't be late! Platform 9 ¾ is this way..."

I turned around and saw the platinum blonde boy from Madame Malkins walking with his father. His eyes were fixed upon the ground while dragging his suitcase and a very pretty owl. I groaned, really not wanting to ask them for help, but what other option was there? It's either lose some dignity and ask, or not go to Hogwarts. After a few moments of trying to convince myself, I finally headed over to them.

"Excuse me sir," I said to the man who was walking beside his son. His expression was identical to his son.

"You're that girl Kevin Rose was looking after, aren't you?" The man asked with raised eyebrows.

Something about him made me uneasy, yet I tried to seem unaffected. He's yet to show any malice after all... "Miss Potter, is it?"

"Er—yes," I replied. "Could you by any chance tell me how to get onto Platform 9 ¾?"

The man nodded. "Yes, yes. Draco and I were just

heading there ourselves..." I looked towards the boy who was glaring at me. "Draco! Be nice." His father, who was holding a walking stick, jabbed it into his son's ribs, making me visibly cringe. Lucky for me, none of them noticed. I hope all witches and wizards aren't as cruel and off put as this family...

"Sorry father," the boy Draco responded. He was already dressed into his Hogwarts robes, unlike me, who was wearing an emerald green dress with black sneakers.

Draco and I followed his father until we reached a stone wall between Platforms nine and ten. "Now, all you must do is run through the wall and you'll be on the correct Platform," he said, his voice plagued with fake kindness.

Both Draco and I stared at the wall then at each other; our eyes wide open. "We have to do what?" Draco asked his father, not fully trusting him.

"You heard me," his father snapped. All the kindness in his voice had evaporated just like his hair color.

I took a shaky breath, grabbed my belongings, then tentatively stepped forward. "Just—er—run at it?" I asked

"That's correct Miss Potter," he replied. I took one last look at Draco who seemed—frightened? I faced back towards the wall, tightened my grip around Mavy's cage, closed my eyes, and at full force ran towards the wall.

I was waiting for a bang, but it never came. Suddenly my body felt as if I were walking through a bubble—all jiggly... But as if nothing happened, when I opened my eyes, I was somewhere completely different.

There was a huge steam train in front of me that read Hogwarts Express.

But before I could take in my surroundings, someone ran right into me, knocking me flat off my feet. The person fell onto me, creating a soaring pain that shot up my arm. "Ow!"

The person immediately got off of me and I huffed, regathering myself.

"Watch where you're going," we both seethed at the exact same time. When I turned around to see who the complete moron was, I saw Draco. Oh, well that's to be expected. I should've moved away from the barrier.

"Oh it's you," he said, a smirk appearing on his face. To my suprise, he then stuck out his hand in order to help me up. I raised my eyebrows, confused as to why he was helping me. I never got gentlemen vibes from him.

Of course I didn't take his hand. I'm more than capable! "No thanks," I said with a hint of sarcasm while I helped myself up.

He rolled his eyes and raised his hands above his head, still with the same smirk. "I was just trying to be nice!" I chuckled. I could tell that he was a boy you'd either love or hate.

Maybe we could be friends if he doesn't say rude remarks about me in every other sentence. "I'm sure that's a first," I retorted with my arms crossed.

He just shrugged, picking up his suitcase and owl before heading towards the huge steam express laying in front of us. "Come on Potter, we don't want to miss the train."

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A/N: Hey guys, I'll probably post another chapter today since I'm in a super long car ride lol. Luv you all and please hit the star, comment or follow! It will make my day if you do :)

*edited 2/24/2023