The Generation Before Them

I'm On My Way, Hogwarts!

1st September 1930, London, Platform 9 3 /4.

Orion Black walked onto Platform 9 3/4 with his father, mother and his bitch of a sister. His grandparents hadn't been able to come to the station.

"Make sure you get sorted into Slytherin." Mother said coldly.

"Yeah, yeah." Orion said, who couldn't give a shit.

"Lucy needs to keep an eye on you, we know what you're like." Mother continued.

"Not that crazy lady! Besides, she's busy simping over the Prewett lad!" Orion complained. "I can look after myself, Mother."

"You cause nothing but trouble, Orion Arcturus." Mother said.

"I do it on purpose." Orion said , rolling his eyes. "Am I getting on this train or not? I want to get a decent seat, far away from Lucy."

1st September 1930, London, Platform 9 3/4.

"Are you ready, Tim?" John asked.

"Yeah."

"Just run straight through the wall."

"I know."

Tim ran through the wall, and appeared on Platform 9 3/4.

Tim stared around. He saw families of all kinds, including a rich looking family, the boy who was arguing with his mother.

"- I can look after myself, Mother!"

"You cause nothing but trouble, Orion Arcturus."

Orion. What a weird name.

Tim's parents walked through the platform as Tim looked at another family, with just a father and his son.

"Now Lyall, have you packed everything?"

Lyall. Jesus, wizards have weird names.

"It's beautiful, isn't it Tim?" John said. "Reminds me of the old days."

"You're a wizard?" Tim asked in shock.

"Yes, Tim. I chose to stop using magic a few months after you were born."

"Why would you Dad?! Magic is wonderful, it is amazing! You're bonkers!"

"You'll understand one day, Tim." John said. "Now, young man, let's get you on the Hogwarts Express!"

1st September 1930, London, Platform 9 3/4.

Lyall had to fight to roll his eyes as his dad made sure he had everything packed for the millionth time.

"Now Lyall, have you packed everything?" Conor said after Lyall complained.

"Yes, for the millionth time." Lyall said.

"I just worry about you." Conor said.

"I can see that." Lyall said. "Don't worry Dad, I'll be okay."

"As a parent, I'm allowed to worry about you." Conor said. "Come on now, let's get you a decent seat."

"Can I have money for the trolley watch?"

"I might have some coins rattling around somewhere." Conor said, smiling.

"Ah, thanks Dad, you're the best!"

"I know I am."

1st September 1930, London, Platform 9 3/4.

Fleamont stood beside his parents and brother.

"I'll make you proud." He said as his mother attempted to flatten his hair.