𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝙼𝚎. 𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚈𝚘𝚞.

Off To Hogwarts

Lyla Potter's POV

The months in between learning that Harry and I were wizards and going to Hogwarts were boring and uneventful. Dudley stopped tormenting us, growing fearful of us after the pig-tail incident (which was still on his butt, by the way). Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia stopped interacting with us (not that they did much in the first place). Hedwig would fly around the neighborhood, and Licorice slept in various places around our room. Licorice and Hedwig seemed to be working together to build a giant stack of dead mice in the corner of the room, but Harry and I tried our best to wreck it by tossing the carcesses out the window. Harry and I read our textbooks, such as A History Of Magic. We ticked off the days until September 1 on a small calender. The day before, Harry and I approached Uncle Vernon.

"Er -- Uncle Vernon?" Harry started. Uncle Vernon grunted, his eyes still on the TV.

"Er -- we need to be at King's Cross tomorrow to -- to go to Hogwarts." Harry said. Uncle Vernon grunted again.

 "Would it be all right if you gave us a lift?"Another grunt. I took it as a yes.

"Thank you."I said.

"Funny way to get to a wizards' school, the train. Magic carpets all gotpunctures, have they?Where is this school, anyway?" Uncle Vernon said. 

"I don't know," I admitted. I pulledthe ticket out of my pocket."We just take the train from platform nine and three-quarters at eleveno'clock," 

"Platform what?" 

"Nine and three-quarters." 

"Don't talk rubbish," Uncle Vernon scoffed, "There is no platform nine andthree-quarters." 

"It's on my ticket." 

"Barking," Uncle Vernon said, "howling mad, the lot of them. You'll see.You just wait. All right, we'll take you to King's Cross. We're going upto London tomorrow anyway, or I wouldn't bother." 

"Why are you going to London?" Harry asked, trying to keep thingsfriendly. I say it was a lost cause and he should've given up.

"Taking Dudley to the hospital," Uncle Vernon growled, "Got to have thatruddy tail removed before he goes to Smeltings." Harry woke up around 5, and all the noise he was making trying to get dressed woke me up too. But I was too excited to be grumpy. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon drove us to King Cross station, and even wheeled our carts in for us, which was suspicously helpful. I soon found out why when we got to the "platform".

"Well, there you are. Platform nine -- platform ten. Your platformshould be somewhere in the middle, but they don't seem to have built ityet, do they?" Uncle Vernon grinned wickedly. He was right. There was Platform 10 and Platform 9, but nothing but a brick wall in between.

"Have a good term," Aunt Petunia smirked. They left without another word, laughing. Harry and I didn't know what to do. Harry asked a security guard about Hogwarts (I told him not to) but the guard thought we were pranking him. We thought all hope was lost until a family of red heads showed up. 

"-- packed with Muggles, of course --"Harry and I whipped around. A woman with flaming red hair and 4 boys and a girl had arrived. 

"Now, what's the platform number?" Said the mother. 

"Nine and three-quarters!" A girl who looked only a couple years younger said, "Mom, can't I go... " 

"You're not old enough, Ginny, now be quiet. All right, Percy, you go first."The oldest boy stepped forward. Harry and I craned our necks to see, but a crowd of tourists passed in front and we missed it. 

"Fred, you next," The  mother said. 

"I'm not Fred, I'm George," said the boy. "Honestly, woman, you callyourself our mother? Can't you tell I'm George?"