The morning was crisp, and the sun had just begun to rise as Harry and I stood with our uncle at King's Cross Station. Uncle Vernon, with a mocking tone, said, "There's no such thing as Platform Nine and Three-Quarters."
Ignoring his taunts, we pushed our trolleys forward, scanning for any sign of the magical platform. We approached a station worker, but he only laughed when we asked about Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.
Feeling a bit lost, I overheard a red-haired family mention "Hogwarts" and nudged Harry. We followed them discreetly until they stopped. A kind-looking woman was instructing her children.
"It's Ron's first time at Hogwarts," the woman said. I stepped forward, mustering the courage to speak.
"Excuse me," I began, "Could you tell us how to find Platform Nine and Three-Quarters?"
The woman smiled warmly. "Not to worry, dears. All you need to do is walk straight at the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Best do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous."
I took a deep breath and glanced at Harry, who nodded. We both lined up our trolleys and, with a swift jog, we passed through the barrier, emerging on the other side to the sight of the Hogwarts Express, a magnificent scarlet steam engine.
The platform was bustling with students and their families. The excitement was palpable as the train's whistle blew, signaling its impending departure. We managed to find an empty compartment and stowed our luggage.
Meeting New Friends
Harry and I found a compartment to sit in and hadn't been there for five minutes when there was a knock on the door. We looked up to see the red-haired boy from earlier.
"Excuse me, do you two mind? Everywhere else is full," he asked.
"Not at all," Harry replied.
"I'm Ron, by the way. Ron Weasley."
"I'm Harry. Harry Potter. And this is my twin sister, Rose."
Ron's eyes widened. "So, so it's true? I mean, do you both have that—that...?"
"The what?" Harry asked, looking puzzled.
"Scar?" Ron clarified.
"Oh," Harry said, lifting his fringe to show the lightning-bolt scar on his forehead.
I saw an older woman with a trolley full of sweets approaching. "Anything from the trolley, dears?" she asked kindly.
"No thanks, I'm all set," Ron said, holding up a bag with some food. Harry, however, had different plans.
"We'll take the lot," Harry said, pulling out some gold coins. I gave him a look that said, "Are you serious?" Ron's eyes widened in awe.
"Wow," Ron said, watching the exchange.
While Ron and Harry were eating, I was engrossed in a potions book. I couldn't help but eavesdrop on their conversation.
"I got Dumbledore!" Harry exclaimed, looking at a card from a Chocolate Frog package.
"I've got about six of him," Ron said casually.
"Hey, he's gone!" Harry said in surprise.
"Well, you can't expect him to hang around all day, can you?" Ron remarked, taking a bite of his sandwich.
"This is Scabbers, by the way," Ron said, pointing to the rat on his lap. "Fred gave me a spell to turn him yellow. Want to see?"
"Yes, please," Harry said eagerly.
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The Other Potter.
Fantasíawe all know about harry potter. the boy who lived from you-know-who. but what if i told you that Harry potter had a sister but not just a sister but a twin sister. her name is Rose Potter. she is nothing like her brother. what happen when they get...
