The Potter Twins and the Philosopher's stone (1) (ON HOLD)

Chapter 5 - Hogwarts express

Hagrid leads Harry and I through the crowded London streets, towards Kings Cross Station. Today is the day we're finally going to Hogwarts, so we're pushing our large trolleys, filled with our school equipment. Sitting on top of Harry's things is the snowy barn owl Hagrid got us for our birthday, now named Hedwig. All my stuff was below his, excluding my owl, mine is named Estrella.

"Blimey, is that the time?" Hagrid exclaims as we walk over a bridge overlooking Kings Cross Station.

"Shoot, I'm sorry, Haylee and Harry, I'm gonna have to leave you. Dumbledore will be wanting his..." He trails off, patting his pocket that the mysterious package is in. "Well, he'll be wanting to see me. Your train leaves in ten minutes. Here are your tickets. Stick to your tickets, that's very important. Stick to your ticket." He tells us as he hands the both us our train tickets.

I look down and read the details; The Hogwarts' Express apparently leaves from platform nine and three-quarters...but surely there's no such thing, right?

"Hagrid, I think there's massive mistake," Harry says, beating me to it. "This says platform nine and three-quarters, there's so such thing-"

"He's gone as quick as a blink of an eye again." I cut him off, looking up from my ticket. I looked around for the tall man; he's huge, we'd be able to see him if he was around. "We'll that's just brilliant." Harry mutters. "Come on don't be gloomy, we can just ask some people."

We begin to walk down to the train station together. We've never been to Kings Cross Station before, for all I know, there could be a platform nine and three-quarters. We stop as we reach the brick wall that marks platforms nine and ten - if platform nine and three-quarters is real, it's got to be around here somewhere.

"Excuse me," I say, as Harry and I walk over to a man who works for the station. "Excuse me, sir. Can you tell us where we might find platform nine and three-quarters?" "Nine and three-quarters? Think you're being funny, so you?" The man questions, before walking away angrily.

"Well, what so you suppose we do now?" I ask Harry. He opens his mouth to answer, but he stops as a women's complaint meets our ears; "It's the same every year, packed with Muggles, of course." The women is leading a large group of red-headed children, with trolleys like ours.

"Muggles?" Harry and I say in unison. "Platform nine and three-quarters, this way." The women then says. Harry nods at me, and we take off after her. She has four ginger sons, all with trolleys, and a young daughter, who's hand she's gripping tightly. "Alright, Percy, you first, you can show them what to do" she says, as we all stop at a brick wall, marked with the numbers nine and ten on either side. The boy, Percy, walks over to the wall, so he's facing it and runs at it with his trolley.

This is madness haw is this possible. Much to my surprise, he runs straight through the solid brick wall, as if it's not even there.

Oh, dear god. I look to Harry, and he seems to be thinking the same thing as me. "Fred, you next," the lady says, pointing to one of her twin sons. "He's not Fred, I am." One of the boys corrects. "Honestly women, you call yourself our mother?" The other adds. "I'm sorry, George." The lady apologizes.

One of the twins, Fred or George, I don't know, walks forward, doing exactly as his brother did. "I'm only joking, I am Fred," He says, before running through the wall. His twin brother instantly follows. I shake my head in disbelief before Harry walks towards the women. I quickly follow him.

"Excuse me?" Harry says as we reach the lady and her final two children. "Could you tell us how to...?" I trail off, as she places she places one of her hands comfortably on my back.

"How to get onto the platform?" She says knowingly, I nod in response. "Not to worry, dears. It's Ron's first time at Hogwarts as well."  

She points to her freckle-faced son, who smiles at us. And I smiled back.