A Spark of Magic - Year One (Magical Hybrid)

Off to Hogwarts!

September the 1st couldn't come soon enough for Ember, she was practically vibrating with excitement as she pushed her trolley in front of her. She didn't even notice the funny looks people were giving Hagrid as they passed by. The Keeper of Keys checked his watch "Blimey, is that the time?" he remarked in surprise "Sorry, Ember, I'm gonna have to leave you. Dumbledore'll be wanting his- well, he'll be wanting to see me. Now, uh, your train leaves in 10 minutes. Here's your ticket" he hands her a train ticked "Stick to it, Ember that's very important. Stick to your ticket".

The girl glanced down at it and frowned "Platform 9¾?" she murmured "But, Hagrid, there must be a mistake. This says Platform 9¾. There's no such thing...is there?" Ember looked up and was surprised to see that he had disappeared "guess it's just you and me now", she muttered to her owl that she'd named Hedwig.

The 11 year old sighed and started walking toward the platforms. She noted the numbers as she passed, looking out for 9¾. She spotted platform 9 and 10 but no number in between that. Ember sighed again, it looked like she was going to have to ask someone for help. She was about to approach a guard when something red flittered around her head. She watched it float away, lingering by the little brick wall between platforms 9 and 10. Ember pushed her trolley over to the wall. She reached out, expecting to feel solid brick and was pretty surprised when her hand went through it!

She looked around to see if anyone was watching before she stepped through the wall. Ember let out a small laugh when she saw that she was now of platform 9¾. "This is so cool!" she said to herself, excitedly. As she made her way to the train, Azalea emerged from the wall.

"There she goes", a male voice sounded behind her.

"Hello, Will", the witch said flatly, not taking her eyes off of the ginger.

"Come on, you're not still upset with me, are you?" the Time Lord said, moving around to stand in front of her, blocking her view of the youngster.

"Now why would I be upset?" Azalea enquired, folding her arms "it's not like you kept a secret that got my sister killed and my niece orphaned...oh wait, you did", she spat.

"Lea..."

"Don't 'Lea' me", the ginger hissed, yanking her ring off of her finger and tossing it at him "We. Are. Done". The pissed off witch span on the spot and apparated away with a loud crack. The dark haired Time Lord sighed, looking down at the metal band in his palm. He'd done a lot of things in his life that could be considered as 'screwups' but this...this was a screwup of monumental proportions. How in all the universe was he going to make this right with his wife, he doesn't know. The Doctor...the Time Lord nodded. Yes, his best friend might just be the answer here. At least...if anyone knew how he could fix this, it would be him.

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For Peter Parker, receiving his letter to Hogwarts was somewhat of a godsend. Sure he missed his best friend Ned Leeds, however the magic school was where he needed to be in order to hone his skills. He couldn't exactly do that at a regular school. There was another upside to being at Hogwarts...he wasn't subjected to Eugene 'Flash' Thomson's so called 'teasing'. Flash...the brunet smirked, flipping over the page of his book. If only he could see me play Quidditch...

Being the fastest Chaser to date, at Hogwarts that is, he'd certainly give his childhood nemesis a real challenge in terms of who should be called flash. The compartment door slid open and he glanced up to see a ginger haired girl standing there. "Do you um...mind if I sit in here?" she asked politely, though he could hear the nerves in her voice.

"Sure", Peter replied, gesturing to the opposite seat. The girl nods and steps into the compartment, pulling the sliding door shut behind her. "First year?" he enquired taking off his reading glasses and setting them aside with his book.