Annabelle Lupin- Harry Potter

Part 1

P.O.V AUTHOR

Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year

The morning of the first of September was crisp as an apple, and as the little family bobbed across the rumbling road toward the great sooty station, the fumes of car exhausts and the breath of pedestrians sparkled like cobwebs in the cold air

Two large cages tattled on top of the laden trolleys the parents were pushing the owls inside them hooted indignantly, and the redheaded girl trailed fearfully behind here brothers, clutching her father's arm

— It won't be long, and you'll be going too

Harry told her

— Two years — sniffed Lily

— I want to go now!

The commuters stared curiously at the owls as the family wove its way toward the barrier between platforms nine and ten, Albus's voice drifted back to Harry over the surrounding clamor his sons had resumed the argument they had started in the car

— I won't I won't be a Slytherin!

— James, give it a rest — said Ginny

— I only said he might be — said James, grinning at his younger brother

— There's nothing wrong with that.He might be in Slytherin — But James caught his mother's eye and fell silent

The five Potters approached the barrier

With a slightly cocky look over his shoulder at his younger brother, James took the trolley from his mother and broke into a run A moment later, he had vanished

— You'll write to me, won't you — Albus asked his parents immediately, capitalizing on the momentary absence of his brother

— Every day, of you want us to — said Ginny

— Not every day —said Albus quickly,

— James says most people only get letters from home about once a month.

— We wrote to James three times a week last year — said Ginny

— And you don't want to believe everything he tells you about Hogwarts — Harry put in

— He likes a laugh, your brother.

Side by side, they pushed the second trolley forward, gathering speed As they reached the barrier, Albus winced, but no collision came Instead, the family emerged onto platform nine and three-quarters, which was obscured by thick white steam that was pouring from the scarlet Hogwarts Express.

Indistinct figures were swarming through the mist, into which James had already disappeared

— Where are they — asked Albus anxiously, peering at the hazy forms they passed as they made their way down the platform

— We'll find them — said Ginny reassuringly

But the vapor was dense, and it was difficult to make out anybody's faces

Detached from their owners, voices sounded unnaturally loud, Harry thought he head Percy discoursing loudly on broomstick regulations, and was quite glad of the excuse not to stop and say hello. . . 

— I think that's them, Al — said Ginny suddenly

A group of four people emerged from the mist, standing alongside the very last carriage. Their faces only came into focus when Harry, Ginny, Lily, and Albus had drawn right up to them