They reached King's Cross at nine. Rose helped the boys get their stuff organized before hugging them good-bye and driving away.
They walked over to platforms nine and ten and saw nothing.
"Okay, where's the train? I don't see it anywhere," Y/n said.
"Yeah, Simon, where is it?" Devon asked as well.
"Watch, and do as I do," Simon said.
Simon pushed his trolley around and stared at the barrier. It looked very solid. Y/n was worried he would crash. He started to walk toward it. People jostled him on their way to platforms nine and ten. Then in a blink of an eye, he was gone.
Devon and Y/n were extremely confused. They looked around for him but saw him nowhere. Then Devon figure something out that Y/n didn't. Devon started running towards the barrier between platforms nine and ten. He then disappeared into the barrier.
Y/n looked around before following his brothers through the barrier. He closes his eyes and expects to run into the barrier. But he never does.
"Y/n you can open your eyes now," Simon said and Y/n opened his eyes and looked around.
A scarlet steam engine was waiting next to a platform packed with people. A sign overhead said Hogwarts Express, eleven O'clock. Behind them was a wrought-iron archway where the barrier had been, with the words Platform Nine and Three-Quarters on it.
Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd, while cats of every color wound here and there between their legs. Owls hooted to one another in a disgruntled sort of way over the babble and the scraping of heavy trunks.
The first few carriages were already packed with students, some hanging out of the window to talk to their families, some fighting over seats. Y/n pushed his cart off down the platform in search of an empty seat. He found one at the end of the train and put his stuff in it. Simon went with his friends that he made last year and Devon sat in a compartment filled with boys talking about Quidditch.
As Y/n sat there looking out of the compartment window and slowly felt himself drifting to sleep. Soon he had his eyes closed and he had fallen asleep.
LATER
When Y/n woke up he saw that the train was already moving, but he also saw something else. Two boys. One had a thin face, knobby knees, black hair, and bright green eyes. He wore round glasses held together with a lot of Scotch tape for some reason. The second one was tall, thin, and gangling, with freckles, big hands and feet, a long nose, and red hair.
"Who are you guys?" Y/n asked.
"Oh, he's awake. I'm Ronald Weasley, but you can just call me Ron," The red haired boy said sticking out his hand for Y/n to shake. He does.
"Y/n Riddle," He replies. "And you?"
"Harry Potter," The black haired boy says, he also sticks out his hand for Y/n to shake.
"I feel like I've heard that name before," Y/n says.
"He's the boy who lived! Of course you've heard of him!" Ron said.
"What did he survive?"
"What did he survive?! Are you muggle born or something?"
"What's a muggle?"
Ron sighs. "Yeah you're muggle born. Non magic person. He survived an attack from a dark wizard. We call him you-know-who. But his real name is..well..."
"Voldemort," Harry says.
Around half past twelve there was a great clattering outside in the corridor and a smiling, dimpled woman slid back their door and said, "Anything off the cart, dears?"
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Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's stone | Male OC insert.
FanfictionY/N Riddle is the nephew of Tom Riddle. He doesn't know this of course. Nor does he know he's a wizard. He lives in the old orphanage that Tom used to live in with his brother/bully Devon, his perfect older brother Simon, and younger sister Erin. On...
