Falling for the Weasley Twins

Chapter 1

I got my letter to Hogwarts a year late; on the eve of my 13th birthday. I would have gotten it on time if my parents didn't constantly move places and bounce me between them. That night I had finally been released from the mental hospital my parents shipped me to for the past three days. The fourth one this year. And as per usual, the doctors found me normal. Well slightly depressed, but given my situation that is expected.
Neither one of my parents have magic. I am the first. I grew up with strange things happening all around me that no one could explain. So they tried to pin every mental illness they could on me. Sent me to live with the other parent every time something strange happened. I guess neither one of my parents truly wanted me. Let alone a witch. My only hope for a new start is at Hogwarts. There are people like me there. People who'll understand me. And that's all I've ever wanted.

My parents had rented me a room near the Kings Cross station as soon as they could. Ive been living here for weeks, waiting for my time to head off to school. And thankfully today is the day. I had dressed myself in the uniform provided for me and packed my trunk full of everything I could possibly need. My owl, Halo, sat perched in her cage. Waiting for me to load her up with my belongings. I stopped to look in the mirror before heading out.

I stand at about 5'4 and my hair, not exactly long but by no means short, is a deep brown in colour. Although if I stand in the light it can be mistaken for auburn. My eyes the darkest brown, almost black at times. My skin fair and a face full of freckles. About as plain as you can get. If im honest, even make-up doesn't help me. The most I can manage is a bit of mascara and thats it. I look at the clock on the wall. Half past ten..

"Crap, im going to be late" I scold myself

I make sure all my things are loaded onto my trolley and I push it the twenty meters to the train station. Who's idea was it to hide the train to Hogwarts at the busiest station in London? How have the muggles not caught on by now? I hurried along the platforms until I found the ninth platform.
Right. Where the hell is platform 9¾? I stand staring at the third pillar between platform nine and platform ten. That can't be it? Can it? How am I supposed to get across? Am I just meant to run at it? What happens if a muggle sees? Or worse, what happens if its the wrong wall?
What are the chances that im going to run full speed into a normal wall and give myself a concussion? Is this a normal witch thing? Risking injury for an education?

As I stand there completely confused I search the crowd for anyone that might happen to be a witch or wizard. Anyone I can ask for help. Through the sea of people I spot a small group of people approaching, all with red hair and two of them wearing the same uniform as me. God I hope they're headed to Hogwarts. The older lady, their mother I assumed, was scolding them for being late and hurrying them through the crowd.

"Come on boys, we don't want you to miss the train now do we?" She chirped

Her four kids hurried along with her. Two of them, twins, pushed there own trolleys with a trunk each. While the other two, a boy and a girl, looked a little younger; they just hurried to keep up.

"Excuse me! Ma'am?" I call trying to get her attention

"Yes dear?"  She responds, turning to me quickly

"You wouldn't happen to know how I get onto platform nine and three quarters?" I ask, trying to be discreet

"Is it your first time dear?" She asks kindly

I nod at her sheepishly.

"Where are your parents? Surely they should be seeing you off?" She asks scanning the crowd

"Uhh, they really didn't want to" I say awkwardly

"No matter, we'll get you onto that platform" she smiles