𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 : 𝐀 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐑 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭.

Chapter two : 2 Hogwarts!

Y/N Would roll out of bed with bags under his eyes, yawning. He would recount the vents of last night, and remember that he stayed up, reading about everything. After he packed his stuff up, his hand was taken by a worker, who gave him some powder, and instructed him to throw it into the fireplace, and call out the are of which he wanted to go to.

"King Cross Station, to which he was transported, place in a bathroom stall to not draw any attention. As he stood up, he felt nauseous, turned around, and threw up.

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Afterwards, Y/N left the bathroom, and saw many Londoners chattering, and running about. Y/N looked at the note Dumbledore gave him, and saw an unusual marking on the palm of his hand, to which he shrugged it off. He read the note, on instructions that told him how to get to king cross station. He tried weaving through the crowds, which was a very hard feat, considering that he had to push a cart. Y/N would eventually line his cart up, and pushes the heavy thing with all of his might, closing his eyes, as he blasts through the barrier, disappearing without a trace.

Y/N would open his eyes to the massive scarlet locomotive, with the front being an obsidian black, with the words "Hogwarts Express" decorating on the shiny red train. Y/N is in awe, and counts the coaches behind, which he seems to think stretches for all of eternity. 

Y/N looks around and sees many families of all ages, to which he assumes are Wizards and Witches, with some even donning the crest of their house. "I kinda wanna get into Ravenclaw." Y/N would mutter to himself. not many knew this about him, but Y/N was a bookworm in disguise. Y/N would notice a brown haired girl and her parents hugging, and would smile to himself. He would board the train, navigating throughout the hallway of the locomotive, Ako's cage in his hand. (Btw, Ako is a Pygmy eagle now.) Some people would push past him, to which he shrugged at. Y/N didn't really want to interact with anyone, so he sat down in an empty compartment, and took out his walkman, and played Creep, by radiohead. (Ik it came out in 1992, but its such a good song)

Y/N would hear muffled sounds, and look up to a boy with green eyes, and black hair, with broken glasses. "D-do you mind if I sit here? I cant find anywhere else to go." Y/N nodded, smiling. Maybe he met his first friend? "Nah, I don't mind." The boys eyes would open in shock, and sit down. "You're American??" The boy would ask, shocked to which Y/N would cringe a bit, and nod. The boy and Y/N would shake hands, to which Y/N's mark would glow a bit, and feel an aching pain. "I'm Harry, Harry Potter." Y/n would recognize the name, nodding. "Y/N, Y/N L/N."

"Woah. YOU'RE Y/N L/N??" A red haired boy would stand there, probably hearing the whole thing. "AND HARRY POTTER?" The boy would sit down, placing his stuff down, rapidly shaking our hands. Y/N would be confused, and ask the boy what info was on him. "Y-You don't know?" To which Y/N would shake his head, and the boy, who introduced himself as Ron, Weasely, would tell him about how a crazy American conjured a lightning storm in Ollivanders, and practically wrecked everything.

"Uhh.. It was an accident?" To which Harry would laugh. Ron would turn to Harry, and start asking him questions. "So-so.. I'ts true right? the- the scar?" Ron would ask, pleading. Harry would lift his bangs, showing Ron the lightning bolt shaped scar.

"Wicked.." Ron would stare, exclaiming. The three boys would get to know eachother, with Ron freaking out whenever Harry would say Voldemorts name. But Y/N wouldn't care too much, As he made his first friends. There was chiming of a bell, and the crinkling of what seemed to be wrappers, outside, in the corridor, and a smiling, dimpled woman pushing a cart comes inside. 

"Anything off the trolly dears.?" to which Ron replied by holding up some sandwhiches. "I'm all set." To which Y/n cringed at how crushed the were, and pulled out a handful of galleons, and asked for a bunch of everything, to which Ron eyed.

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Y/N Would open up his flask, filled to the brim with butterbeer, to which Y/N had indulged in, the couple of nights he stayed at the leaky cauldron. Y/n would open up a book, and begin studying it, as he  was almost done reading the last one. Harry would open up a box with a handful of jellybeans inside, and read the label. "Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans?" To which Ron replied, "They mean every flavour. There's chocolate and peppermint, and there's also spinach, liver and tripe." To which Harry spit a bean out, while Rone kept explaining, "George swore he got a bogey-flavored one once."

Harry picked up another box, to which Ron kept conversing about. The chocolate frog would leap onto the window, to which Y/N would grab it, and consume it. Y/N would go back to reading, and heard only a few words that came out of Ron's and Harry's mouths. Y/n noticed a rat sticking his head into a jellybean box, and munching on nothing. "This is Scabbers by the way, pitiful, isn't he?" Ron asked, to which Ako began chirping, and trying to get at Scabbers. Y/N would lightly push his head back into his cage, and fed him a bit of cauldron cake.

Ron would be a bit upset, but then would ask the two if the wanted to see a spell. He would rummage through his trunk, pulling out a wand that looked like it was on life support. Ron would clear his throat, and began  to lift the want, pointing it at Scabbers. "Sunshi-"

before Ron could continue the spell, the door to the compartment would slide open, with a short, brown haired girl occupying the doorway. "Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville has lost one." She would peer around the room, he eyes landing on Y/N, blushing a bit. (Forgot to mention, we are a looker. Shimmering eyes, fair skin, Jawline, medium length curly hair/dreads/straight hair, etc, but we kinda didn't realize it.) The girl would go red a little, before snapping back to reality, and notice Ron holding a wand. "Oh, are you doing magic? Lets see then." To which the girl turned her nose up a little, Y/n snickering a bit. Ron cleared his throat, and began the spell. "Sunshine, Daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid, fat rat yellow!"

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To which nothing happened, and Y/N stepped in. "Uh.. Ron..? You do know, spells aren't casted in English." Hermione noticed Y/ns accent, and smiled. "Are you sure that's a real spell? Well it's not very good, is it?" She chuckled, a bit full of herself, to which Ron looked at Y/N and Harry, squinting his eyes. Harry looked back up at her, listening to what she was saying. "Of course, I've only tried a few simple ones myself.... By they've all worked for me." She says, taking her hands off of the frame, and walking in, pulling her wand out, and sitting down. Y/n would get a clear view of her face, and would take in the first thing he saw. her eyes, her eyes were pretty. "For example...." She would point the wand between Harry's eyes, to which he was startled at. "Oculus Reparo." As the tape on his glasses swirled off, disappearing. "Thats better, isnt it?"

Harry pulled his glasses off, eyes widened, inspecting them. Y/N would look at them, intrigued. Harry would look at Y/N, and then to Ron, who was munching on his sandwhich. "Holy Cricket... You're Harry Potter! and Y/N L/N!" she explained, telling everyone her name. "I'M Hermione Granger." she would say, and then turn to Ron, her eyebrows upturned. "And.. You are?" To which Ron was smacking, opening his mouth. "I'm Ron Weasely." She seemed disgusted, and it clearly showed. "Pleasure." She said, sarcastically. "You three better change into your robes, I expect we'll be arriving soon.

She got up to leave, not before turning around. "You've got dirt on your nose by the way. Just right there." She pointed to the spot where he had it on her own nose, and she turned to Y/N. "And... Your shirt is wrinkled." To which he slumped into the seat, and the locomotive began to pull into hogwarts station.