Kassandra Bauer and the Philosopher's Stone (Book 1)

Chapter 2: The Hogwarts Express.

I wake up on a cold stone surface. And that's when I notice that's there's stone walls all around me. And bars on a door. I'm in Jail?  "Hello? Where am I?" I call out. But something approaches my door. I look at a mirror that's inside my cell. I wearing some kind of Prison attire. Why am I in Prison? What did I do? I notice that there's some blood on my hands. This can't be happening. That's when I see a Shadowy Figure over me. It unlocked the doors and tumbled inside. I stumble back. "No. NO! STAY AWAY!" 

"Thief!" Is all it ever says. "You are only a thief!" 

I scream. "Welcome to Azkaban. Where prisoners like you belong." It says over and over.

I scream as I wake up. I'm in my room. I've just had a bad dream. Nothing more. I'm not in jail. And I'm not in a cell. Athena hoots by my bed. "I'm alright, Athena. I just had a bad dream." I said. 

Athena hoots. I remember now that I read one of the books for Wizarding History of Great Britain. One of them had a chapter about Azkaban. The Wizarding Prison. It was so scary. I slammed the book down after reading it and tried to go to bed hoping that it would let me forget the whole thing last night. The last time I read a scary book before going to bed.

I take a look at my wand. Yew has the power of Dark Magic. What if I use Dark Magic? Could that be a reason to lock me up in Azkaban? 

No. You're not a criminal, Kassie. You used to be, but not anymore. I go back to bed. Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow as I'm off to Hogwarts.

I hold Mater's hand with one hand. While the other hand was on my Trolley as we enter London's Train Station. Kings Cross Station. I have everything I need. My Wand, My Books, My Robes, Athena. Luckily no one is just starring at the girl carrying an Owl on her Trolley. Maybe that's because around this time of year that's when young people carrying these things just come around walking and what not. I don't know. But they don't seem to notice. Which may be a good thing. As a thief, you are taught to blend in and not stick out. She takes me over to this one platform. "Alright. We're here." 

I take a look. Platform 9 and 10. "Is it Platform 9 or is it 10?" I asked. Honestly, I don't really remember what Platform we took to get back home after the Siege of Hogwarts.  

Mater laughs. "It's Platform 9 3/4. Kassie." 

"That's odd. I don't see it." I replied. 

"That's because it's invisible." Mater explained. "We can't just go broadcasting to Muggles that we have a whole entire platform dedicated to Wizards and Witches." 

"Point taken." I admitted. 

"We've got to go through there to get to the Hogwarts Express." Mater added. 

"So, how do we get there?" I asked. 

"Well..." Mater takes me to this one wall. "You have to run straight at that wall. Watch." She looks at one young witch with her family as they run headlong into a wall. But instead of crashing, they all disappear.  

"Where'd they go?" I asked. 

"To the Platform." Mater answered. She places her hands on the Trolley. "Ready?" 

We both run for the wall. And for some reason I shout a little war cry or something as I close my eyes. "FOR THE.... Gods?" I open my eyes. And I'm in another area of the Train Station. It almost looks entirely identical to Kings Cross. Except this seems a little more old fashioned. And there's only one train on the rails. Across the head of the train has a sign. The Hogwarts' Express. It truly is a sight to behold.