Y/N last month with the Hudsons wasn't fun. True, Cameron was now so scared of Y/N he wouldn't stay in the same room, while Aunt Eden and Uncle Lucian didn't shut her in her cupboard, force her to do anything, or shout at her -- in fact, they didn't speak to her at all. Half terrified, half furious, they acted as though any chair with Y/N in it were empty. Although this was an improvement in many ways, it did become a bit depressing and lonely after a while.
Y/N kept to her room, with her new owl for company. She had decided to call him Daniyar, a name she later found meant "friend" or "companion." Her school books were also very interesting. She lay on her bed reading late into the night, Daniyar swooping in and out of the open window as he pleased. It was lucky that Aunt Eden didn't come in to vacuum anymore, because Daniyar kept bringing back dead mice in an attempt to cheer her up. Every night before she went to sleep, Y/N ticked off another day on the piece of paper she had pinned to the wall, counting down to September the first.
On the last day of August she thought she'd better speak to her aunt and uncle about getting to King's Cross station the next day, so she went down to the living room where they were watching a quiz show on television. She cleared her throat to let them know she was there, and Cameron screamed and ran from the room.
"Er -- Uncle Lucian?"
Uncle Lucian grunted to show he was listening.
"Er -- I need to be at King's Cross tomorrow to -- to go to Hogwarts."
Uncle Lucian grunted again.
"Would it be all right if you gave me a lift?"
Grunt. Y/N supposed that meant yes.
"Thank you," she said as politely as she could.
She was about to go back upstairs when Uncle Lucian actually spoke.
"Funny way to get to a wizards' school, the train. Magic carpets all got punctures, have they?"
Y/N didn't say anything.
"Where is this school, anyway?"
"I don't know," said Y/N, realising this for the first time. She pulled the ticket Hagrid had given her out of her pocket.
"I just take the train from platform nine and three-quarters at eleven o'clock," she read.
His aunt and uncle stared.
"Platform what?"
"Nine and three-quarters."
"Don't talk rubbish," said Uncle Lucian. "There is no platform nine and three-quarters."
"It's on my ticket."
"Barking," said Uncle Lucian, "howling mad, the lot of them. You'll see. You just wait. All right, we'll take you to King's Cross. We're going up to London tomorrow anyway, or I wouldn't bother."
"Why are you going to London?" Y/N asked, trying to keep things friendly.
"Taking Cameron to the hospital," growled Uncle Lucian. "Got to have that ruddy tail removed before he goes to Smeltings."
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Y/N woke at five o'clock the next morning and was too excited and nervous to go back to sleep. She got up and pulled on her jeans because she didn't want to walk into the station in her school robes -- she'd change on the train. She checked her Hogwarts list yet again to make sure she had everything she needed, saw that Daniyar was shut safely in his cage, and then paced the room, waiting for the Hudsons to get up. Two hours later, Y/N's huge, heavy trunk had been loaded into the Hudsons' car, Aunt Eden had eventually talked Cameron into sitting next to Y/N, and they had set off.
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