Year 1- Chapter 2: Hogwarts

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Chapter 2

I sigh in relief as I depart from the Orphanage, Cora and my trunk besides me. For the past couple of weeks, I was so looking forward towards leaving the Orphanage for the first time in years. I could finally be free. I could finally live the life that I have wanted to live, even if it wasn't for an entire year in a row.

Thoughts swirled through my mind, as I blankly stared out of the window of the cab. All I could think about was if anyone would like me or if I belonged. It was funny that I was asking myself all of these questions, since I never initially care about three during my entire life. I never cared if people liked me in the Orphanage (it surely didn't look like it). I never cared if it fit in. I just wanted to survive long enough to be able to leave and have the life that I intended to live.

I got so lost in thought, that the cab driver had to remind me two times to get off the cab. Oops. It seems like getting caught up in thoughts is very frequent for me. I'm sure that it will get me into trouble one day, but I can't trouble myself with that yet... it's not the moment.

I looked around in awe at King Cross Station, as I had never seen it before. I absorbed all the intricate details, such as the patterns on the clock handles, and the small text on the signs of nearby shops. I've never been to a train station before— why, I don't think I've been in the outside world much at all. Mrs. Adler would always make us stay inside the Orphanage no matter what, the only exception being if we were extremely sick or if we had a chore to do outside the Orphanage. I took a small glance down at my ticket, and realized the most peculiar thing.

Platform 9 3/4...

How in the world could there be a platform 9 with 3/4?! It simply doesn't make sense! Anxious to arrive to the train on time, I decided to ask the train master where it was.

"E-excuse me," I began, trying to catch the train master's attention.

He gave me a small glance and then a polite smile, "What is it, young lady?"

I sighed, "Do you know where Platform 9 and 3/4 is? I can't find it anywhere—"

The man's smile dropped, and his eyes slightly darkened, "Think this is a joke, innit? Well, let me tell ya, missy... I have a load 'a work righ' now, and I need ta seriously do some serious work. Stop wastin' my time, and feel darn lucky I ain't tellin' ya parents." With that, he walked away, leaving me dumbstruck. What did I do wrong? I just asked for some directions! Since I've never been to a train station before, I've never known how they work, so I didn't know if what I said mocked or offended him.

I looked through the whole station, trying to find this so called 'Platform 9 3/4.' No avail. There were platforms 1, 2, 3... you get the idea... they were only whole numbers, so I didn't know where the platform could possibly be. I was about to call it a day, and to regretfully give up. How was I supposed to go to a school when I didn't know where the transportation was? McGonagall told me I was going by train, and gave me the ticket and all, but she could have kindly mentioned the exact location of the platform... then, it hit me.

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⏰ Last updated: Nov 17, 2023 ⏰

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