Y/N Potter

The Journey From Platform 9¾

Our last month at the Dursley's was not fun. True, Dudley was now terrified of Harry and I and wouldn't stay in the same room as us, while Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon didn't shut us in the cupboard, force us to do anything or shout at us - in fact, they didn't speak to us at all, heaven. Half-terrified, half-furious, they acted as though any chair with either me or Harry in it was empty. Harry and I were happier than ever, sure we didn't eat as much but it was like having a whole house to you and your best friend while the adults ignored you.

We generally kept to our room, our new owls and eachother for company. Harry had named his white owl Hedwig and I named my black Sulaimon, names we found in A History Of Magic. Our school books were very interesting. Harry was lead on his bed reading while I was sat on the floor writing in my journal, bear in mind though that it was well into the night, the owls swooping in and out as they pleased. It was lucky that Aunt Petunia didn't come to hoover anymore, because Hedwig kept bringing in dead mice and Sulaimon, small birds. Every night before we went to sleep, we ticked a day off the makeshift calender I had made and pinned to the wall, counting down to September the first.

On the last day of August we thought we'd better speak to our Aunt and Uncle about getting to King's Cross station the next day, so we headed down to the living-room, where they were watching a quiz show. Harry looked at me, asking me to talk. Absolutely not. I, half-gently, shoved him into the living room. He cleared his throat to let them know he was there and Dudley screamed and ran out of the room, then saw me changed direction and running into a wall before sprinting to his room.
"Er - Uncle Vernon?" He grunted in reply to show he was listening.
"Er - We need to be at King's Cross tomorrow to - to..."
"To go to Hogwarts." I chimed in, smiling gently at Harry. Uncle Vernon grunted again
"Would it be alright if you give us a lift?" Harry again. Grunt. I supposed that was a yes, grabbed Harry's arm arm, quickly said thank you and started pulling Harry up to our room.
"Funny way to get to a wizards' school, the train. Magic carpets all got punctures have they?" Harry didn't say anything and I scowled.
"Where is this school anyway?"
"I don't know." Said Harry, looking to me, I shrugged, realising we hadn't actually looked at the tickets. Harry pulled his out.
"We just take the train to platform nine and three-quarters at eleven o'clock," he read. Petunia and Vernon just stared.
"Platform what?"
"Nine and three quarters." I repeated for Harry who was too confused at their reaction to speak.
"Don't talk rubbish," said Vernon, "there is no platform nine and three-quarters."
"It's on my ticket, y/n what about you?" I pulled mine out and nodded, it did say platform nine and three-quarters.
"Barking!" Said Vernon, his voice is giving me a headache so I head upstairs, Harry following soon after. He told me they have to go to Hospital to get Dudley's tail removed, we laughed all night at that.

Harry woke me up at about five thirty, saying he couldn't get back to sleep. We got up and got changed, me in the bathroom, him in our room. We didn't want to walk into the station in Wizarding robes - we'd change in the train. Harry checked our Hogwarts list at least twice more to make sure we had everything while I was doodling again, listening to him ramble, it made me smile how excited he was. Two hours later, our heavy trunks had been loaded into the Dursley's car, Aunt Petunia had talked Dudley into sitting next to Harry (who was in the middle) while I sat on the other side.

We reached King's Cross at half past ten. Vernon dumped our things in a trolly, grinning.
"Well, there you are, kids. Platform nine - Platform ten. Your platform should be somewhere in the middle, but they don't seem to have built it yet, do they?" He was quite right, of course. I hated life right at that very moment, but I would not let it show.
"Have a good term," said Vernon with a nasty smile. He left without another word. Slowly, we made our way closer to the Platforms. Getting desperate I asked a guard about Hogwarts, not daring to mention the Platform but they had never heard of it, they got especially mad when we didn't know what part of the country it was in, thinking we were being stupid on purpose. We then asked them if there even was a train leaving at eleven and they said no. In the end they walked off, muttering about time-wasters. Harry was now panicking, with me trying to calm him down. According to the large clock over the arrivals board, we had ten minutes left to get on the train to Hogwarts and we had no idea how to do it, we were stranded in the middle of a train station with nowhere to go and luggage we could barely lift.