If This Ain't Love 《C. Weasley》

5. Platform nine and three quarters

"Come on Harry, my new bike won't wait any longer," Brooke replied, looking for an excuse to flaunt the bike she had just bought.

Ever since Harry had started living with Brooke, she had tried her best to spend as much time as possible, with Harry. Brooke had to report to the St. Mungos at 10 a.m and she worked at the hospital till 5 p.m. on weekdays, and during that time, her friends, Talbott, Jae, Ben, Rowan, and Barnaby who was now dating Penny, paid a visit and volunteered to look after Harry during that time. Harry had grown close to all of them as they told him stories about their time at Hogwarts and taught him essential and basic things from his books. Brooke was more than grateful to her friends for the same.

All of them were more than eager to spend time with the boy who lived too, but they avoided talking about touchy subjects with Harry.

Talbott and Jae, as mentioned earlier, owned a potions shop in Diagon Alley. Ben and Rowan, who had just got engaged, took over Rowan's parents' tree farm, which provided wood for wands and Broomsticks. Barnaby had opened up a wizard cafe and Penny went on her path to become an Alchemist.

Brooke also had regular meetups with Tonks, who had begun her Auror training under Alastor Moody. Brooke also tried to contact Merula Synde, who was on the run from her parents, as they were forcing her into marriage to another rich pureblood family.

Brooke waved her wand and levitated Harry's trunk and Hedwig's cage on the sidecar of her bike, as Harry took a seat behind his aunt, as she waved her wand again and locked the door.

They stormed off and arrived at the King's Cross station just in time, as Harry found himself standing in between the platforms 9 and 10.

"Okay so Hazza, all you have to do, is run straight through the wall. And remember to shut your eyes if you are nervous. I'm right beside you, okay?" Brooke exclaimed and Harry nodded. The duo took a deep breath and walked in through the barrier.

They emerged onto the platform nine and three quarters and Harry looked around in awe.

"Well, save that admiration for later, Hazza. You've got loads to see."

"BROOKE!" Brooke turned to find a familiar third-year Hufflepuff approach her.

"Hey there, Cedric!" Brooke smiled at the boy as he immediately enveloped her in a hug.

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"Alright, so Mr. Diggory, I've found a tutor for the advanced Charms class you had been wishing to take up. And a very skilled duellist has taken up the offer to tutor you." Professor Flitwick exclaimed in a cheerful tone, elated to know that the second-year Hufflepuff was eager to learn more about the particular field of magic.

"Really? Can I meet them, Professor?" the 12-year-old Cedric beamed and looked at Flitwick with eager eyes, as the Professor nodded and said, "You may enter now, Ms. Po-"

"GO TO POLTERGEIST HELL, IKLE PEEVSEY, BEFORE I HEX YOUR TOES OFF, OR BETTER, BEFORE I TELL BLOODY BARON ABOUT THE DUNG BOMBS YOU HAD BEEN THROWING ON THE FIRST YEAR SLYTHERINS." Brooke's voice wrung through the charms classroom as Cedric tried hard to stifle the roars of laughter that threatened to leave his mouth and Professor Flitwick now had a disapproving look on his face.

Brooke entered the classroom, red with embarrassment as she smiled nervously at the disappointed Professor and the second year who was still trying hard to stifle his laugh.

"So, Mr. Diggory, this is Brooke Potter, the-" "-the Girl who fought?" Cedric asked, amused. Brooke had now stopped minding these comments and had gotten used to them, so she nodded at the second year with a smile.