Quid Futurum (Marauders Era)

Chapter 6

September 1, 1991

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At King's Cross Station, Harry is pushing his cart while walking across a bridge with Kiera by his side.

He maneuvers his cart through the station while strolling after his godmother, who was heading for platforms 9 and 10.

"It's the same every year. Packed with muggles, of course. Come on."

Harry sees a woman with red hair along with a little girl with matching hair.

"Platform 9¾ this way."

Harry observes from a distance, seeing four boys in addition, all with ginger hair.

The majority of the crowd was startled by all the redheads and gave Molly and Arthur suggestive looks.

The woman stops and turns to the boys, Harry stopping to observe.

"All right, Percy. You first."

The oldest boy then pushes his cart, stands in front of the wall, then walks towards, disappearing through it. Harry looks shocked, looking behind him, seeing if anyone else saw that.

"Fred, you next."

"He's not Fred, I am!"

"Honestly, woman. You call yourself our mother."

"Oh, I'm sorry, George."

"I'm only joking. I am Fred."

Fred then takes off, his twin, George, following him.

Molly simply shakes her head at her future twins' behavior as the hall bursts out laughing.

Keira cleared her throat as Harry shook his head and turned his gaze to her.

"Now Harry, all you've got to do is walk straight at the wall between platforms 9 and 10. Best do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous. But don't worry, I'll be right behind you."

He takes a breath and runs towards the wall, and he makes it through the barrier. He turns back before walking around the wall, seeing a bright red and black train named, the Hogwarts Express.

The Hall is filled with cheers.

"My son is going to Hogwarts!"

He looks at the train with such awe, much reflected in his smile. Turning to Kiera, who had come up beside him and staring at him with glistening eyes, he embraced her, tears welling up in his own.

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The train is shown going down the tracks and Harry is shown in a cabin alone looking out the window.

"Excuse me. Do you mind? Everywhere else is full."

"Not at all."

Harry gestures to the bench in front of him, Ron taking a seat across from him.

"I'm Ron, by the way. Ron Weasley."

"I'm Harry. Harry Potter."

Ron looked gobsmacked.

Everyone chuckles at the expression on his face.

"So-so it's true. I mean, do you really have the-the-"

"The what?"

"The scar."

"Oh. Yeah."

Harry smiles, moving his hair so that Ron can see his scar.