My Blood ∆ The story of Harry Potter's sister

1.1: the Hogwarts Express

Word count:1690

Harry looks up from the golden ticket between his index and thumb to the spot between the ninth and tenth platform. Platform 9 and ¾, he repeats in his head. He'd been stood there for some time trying to figure out how to get to this nonexistent platform, even asking a ticket inspector who just brushed him off as some troublemaker. He'd ask Hagrid but the giant had 'important business' to take care of, leaving Harry all by himself in a station he'd never even stepped foot in before.

About to give up, Harry hears a familiar word amongst the mingled crowd "Filled with muggles, of course. Now, come on." He snaps his head toward the voice and spots a woman with fiery red hair leading a large group of similarly equipped red heads. Quickly following the group, Harry watches from afar as they stop at the brick wall that he'd been looking at not a few moments prior.

"Alright, Percy, you first." The woman motions. Out of the crowd a lanky, ginger boy emerges with his trolley. With all of them being stopped, Harry is able to look at them individually. They all share the same ginger locks and freckled faces, their outfits composed of old, hand-me-down clothing. All except one near the front of the group, a black-haired girl with squared framed glasses stands out, waiting her turn as she watches the boy walk up to the brick wall in front of him.

Harry's attention is drawn from her when- Percy runs straight into the wall, disappearing in seconds. Blinking his eyes, he watches even closer to see if he was hallucinating. Unfazed, the woman calls up the boy standing next to her "Fred, you next." The boy standing next to Fred, appearing almost identical to him, looks offended at the woman. "He's not Fred, I am!" He exclaims, raising his arm up and letting it flop back down to his side. "Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother." The other boy tsked, shaking his head disapprovingly.

The woman sighs at the twins and motions them forward, "Sorry, George." 'George' approaches the same wall and takes a running position, "I'm only joking, I am Fred." Before his mother can scold him, he quickly runs through the barrier, soon followed by his brother and the raven-haired girl, who had been laughing at their antics.

Blinking at the sight, Harry snaps from his trance, pushing his cart up to the family. "Excuse me!" The attention of the group turns to him, making he feel like a deer in headlights. "Could you tell me how to..." His words catch in the back of his throat. "How to.."
"How to get onto the platform? Not to worry, dear, it's Ron's first time to Hogwarts as well." The woman chuckles, gesturing to the youngest boy of the bunch, who sports an anxious smile.

"Now, all you've got to do is walk straight into the wall, just between platforms nine and ten." She instructs nonchalantly, as if walking straight into a brick wall is a common occurrence, which wouldn't surprise Harry too much. "Best do it at a bit of a run, if you're nervous." She reassures, softly pushing him forward. Harry nods his head in understanding and faces the red wall, his fingers gripping tightly on the handles of his trolley until they become a solid white colour.

With a deep breath, Harry runs forward at full speed, bracing for impact. A blast of wind passes him and upon opening his eyes he realises, he's in a completely new section of the station, one he didn't even know existed. Looking up at the sign mounted on the wall, it reads in clear, blocky text Platform 9¾. Harry's mouth parts slightly as he takes in the sight of the train before him. Instead of a modern grey train, an old, red steam train sat on the tracks, a large HOGWARTS EXPRESS label shaped in metal sat at the front of the locomotive.

The rest of the family starts to appear through the same brick wall and Harry decides to get out of their hair, instead heading to one of the doors on the side of the train, following the crowd and copying them in putting away his luggage. Waving goodbye to his owl, Hedwig, Harry wanders down the thin hallway, looking for an empty carriage, not wanting to impose on anyone.

After a while of looking, he finally finds a carriage free of people. Taking a seat, he looks out of the window, watching as the others scramble around trying to get on the train before its departure in exactly a minute. Thoughts of what Hogwarts will look like pop in his head, what lessons he'll be taking and what type of people hed meet. Of course, the thought of his sister Hagrid had told him about came to mind, too. He hadn't been given much information about her but he hopes she'd be nicer than his cousin, Dudley, and the kids at his previous school.

Broken from his thoughts, Harry turns to the sound of the door being slid open where he sees the black-haired girl from earlier standing, looking in on the small room. "Oh, sorry." She clamps her lips together in an awkward smile, backing away from the door. As she's about to slide it back shut, she stops in her movements, staring at Harry like she'd seen a ghost. He shrinks back into himself, glancing to the side and back at her wondering what her problem is. "Harry?" She asks, stepping a bit closer to get a better look at him. He nods, "Harry Potter?" He nods his head, again. The corner of her lip curls up into a lopsided grin.

"Yes, how do you know who I am?" He meekly asks. The girl lets out a laugh and puts her hands on her knees, bending down to get at eye level with him. "How couldn't I?" She questions. Harry's eyebrows furrow in confusion, shrugging his shoulders, looking up at the older girl.

"I'm Prim, Primrose." She states, a grin still ever present. The name rings a bell in Harry's mind and he suddenly straightens up. "Your sister?" She continues, "Didn't they tell you about me?" She scrunches her eyebrows. He assumes by 'they' she means the Dursleys to which he shakes his head. "Well, I've heard plenty about you. Hagrid told me you'd be coming to school this year." Prim stands up straight, looking at him happily if not a bit disgruntled that he didn't know who she was.

Harry quickly gestures to the seat in front of him, "Please, sit down." He hopes he doesn't sound too eager. Without complaint, the raven-haired girl plops down on the cushioned booth seat "Okay, but I was looking for a carriage for me and my friends so they'll probably show up soon." She informs him, checking the door for her mentioned friends. "Okay!" Harry shrugs, not caring who joins them as long as he got to hang around his sister.

"So..." she shifts to get comfortable in her seat "Are you excited to go to Hogwarts? I know I was my first year." Harry perks up at the mention of the magical school they were slowly approaching. "Yeah! I mean, I didn't know it existed a few days ago but I can't wait to see it!" Harry rambles, his hands clenching his jeans as he eagerly nods his head to show his excitement.

Prim takes a moment to process what she'd just heard, tilting her head slightly "You didn't know about Hogwarts? What have the Dursleys been teaching you?" She chuckles in disbelief. It's Harry's turn to raise his brows in surprise "You know the Dursleys?" He gasped. "'Course I do. I wanted to know where my little brother was, kept asking for you. Asking why you didn't live with us," She explains. "Us?" Harry couldn't deny that he'd been wondering where his sister lived, who took care of her, and why he didn't grow up with her.

"My- our grandparents, our dad's mum and dad." Prim is cautious with how she informs him, knowing it must seem unfair to the boy. "Our grandparents?" He parrots, leaning further into the conversation. "Yeah, but listen, Harry-" Prim is cut off by a racket sounding down the hallway, "Bogg off!" A whiny voice calls out. The young red-haired boy from earlier, Ron, appears at the door, just about to walk in until he sees Primrose. "Oh, great." He complains. Popping their heads around the corner, the twins from earlier tail behind the younger boy looking very pleased with the annoyance they'd caused him.

"Ah, there you are." One of them, 'Fred' Harry believes, steps in and takes a seat next to Prim. "We were just about to give up on you. We were looking everywhere for ya." The other, George, follows behind his brother. Ron sighs and begins to walk off. "Ron, wait!" Prim calls, stopping the boy in his tracks. She gets up from her seat and gestures towards Harry "This is Harry, he's a first-year too, why don't you two get to know each other? Me and these two can go to a different carriage." She taps Fred on the shoulder, to which he groans.

"Oh, I've just got comfy!" He whines, scowling up at his friend. "Tough." She slaps his knee, making her way out of the carriage but not before giving Ron a gently shove in. Once the twins joined her side and Ron has taken their place, Prim leans on the door frame "Don't worry, I'll see you after the sorting ceremony." She reassures. Harry nods solemnly, upset at his sister's departure but gives her a smile. "See ya." She smiles before pulling the other two away with her.

"Alright, woman, slow down!"