18 years after the Great Battle between the now infamous dark wizard hunter Harry Potter and the Dark Lord Voldemort, the school has returned back to it's former splendor. Almost all the teachers and students have moved on with their lives and a bun...
Out in the northern parts of Scotland, about 6 kids of different ages between 15 and 18 stand on a train platform, their silent waiting being interrupted with the hyper 18 year old who is tapping his foot at a rapid speed as he stares at seemingly nothing. After a good while, the tapping spreads to the other foot as the whole bench rocks with the rapid tapping. His then startled out of his trance as a bird flies past, making him watch as the bird flies behind a bright blue and white 'X' flag; the Scottish flag. He smiles at the flag before looking back down towards the track, the bird a good enough distraction to stop his tapping. His shoulder length brown hair fraims most of his face with bright blue eyes staring out through a intermittent Raider glasses at the plants growing near the tracks. The sun's rays peak over the buildings facing the ocean, the salt air a temporary scent as he waits patiently for the train. As he stands up, he sees the red and green train coming down towards them. He watches as it stops in front of the group and they all step on, him raising his arm and a pink Eyelash Viper comes out of his sleeve, his free hand gently scratching her head as the train take off towards King's Cross.
Meanwhile , in Ireland. . . .
"Mum, I'm gonna be alright." a Irish lad says as his mother fixes his scarf. "Oh, hush. You wanna make the best impression at Hogwarts, don't ya?" she says as his dad walks up to him holding a wand. "Can't forget this, can ya?" he asks as he hands him the wand. The boy takes the wand and chuckles. "Can't do much without it." the boy laughs. The train rolls up into the station and several people working in the cargo cars begin loading them. "Take care, son." his dad says as he and his mom hug him tight. "I will, mum, dad." he says as he hugs them back. Getting onto the train, he waves through the window at them as the train begins moving again. He looks at the map of where he's supposed to go after getting to Irish Ferries. After going through almost all of the paperwork and getting his tickets, he gets off the train another hour later, looking at three large ferry boats ready to transport people from England to Ireland.
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He gets his ticket out and shows it to the woman sitting in a booth for a passport to England. After punching it in, he is let past and guided into the side of the ship. The trip from ireland to England is roughly 2 hours trip, so he had plenty of time to rest and look over the railing.
SEVERAL HOURS LATER . . .
Getting off the train at King's Cross Station, the Scottish boy continues to pet the pink snake as he sits on the metal chairs, his trispecticled eyes watching the people rushing back and forth. He sighs as he tries to hide the snake and go to a store to get something to eat until the train gets here. Meanwhile, the Irish boy finally arrives, him pushing his almost fully filled cart off the platform and into the terminal itself. He knew that he wouldn't need to ask where the platform is after seeing his ticket. 9 3/4. "Heh. If only they knew." He chuckles as he begins going through the terminal, looking around at the massive station. As the Scottish boy begins to leave the store, a cart carrens into his left leg and he is suddenly falling to the ground, his bag of Combos flying out of his hand and his glasses flying off his face. The Irish boy goes over his handles as the cart suddenly stops, some stuff falling as the collision displaces stuff off it. "Oww, bugger all." the Irish boy says as he stands and sees the Scottish lad laying on the ground, his hands feeling across the floor for his glasses. "Sorry 'bout that. Lemme help ya up." he says. "Stop! Don't move. Ya might step on my glasses." he says as he hold his arm out to stop him. The irish boy looks down and sees the thick glasses laying almost under his left foot.
